I was in a pet shop, not buying, only looking, and saw a sign for a rabbit looking for a home.
Great, I thought, as I was thinking of getting a companion to join me and the space and time to devote to a small family member. I memorised the number as I walked out. I was feeling excited!
After a phone call my fiance and I drove to the ladies house a week later to meet the little chap. He was under a chair in the kitchen and didn't seem afraid or worried at all. I had a towel put on my lap then got to hold him. He sat there contentedly. I could see that my fiance was already eagerly holding the cardboard box we had brought along filled with fresh hay.
We bundled the little orange coloured lop into the box and drove to see my gran - closer than us going home first. Immediately I named him Zaicheeka - the Russian diminutive for hare! -Zai for short. My fiance had him in the box sitting on his lap talking to him all the time and comforting him. At gran's he popped his head out of the opened box and just looked at her - he made us all laugh! He looked absolutely delightful, my heart melted!
We got him home and by this time he was a little afraid of all the travelling. He immediately ran under a big unit we used to have in our kitchen. He stayed under there for a few months and would venture out only when we left the house. We would both ly on the floor and pat him gently, putting our hands in slowly and speaking to him, letting him know all about our day and that we were his forever friends, he could trust us, we loved him.
It was at this time that we noticed that he had pretty bad bouts of diahorreah. I would clean up the carpet and put some clean towels down for him to run around on. Zai stayed primarily in the kitchen even though he had the run of the house.
The lady we got him from had not mentioned any diahorreah problems! She had told us that a short while ago she had rescued him from a family who had tired of him. They had gotten him for their kid - sound familiar?? then the kid became bored and they just couldn't be bothered looking after him. It was so bad that when she went to collect him - he was out in the front garden waiting for her in a cage with suspect food in his dish!
Zai would have good days and bad days. The good days were clean towels and lovely hard rabbit pellets - the bad days were diahorreah covered towels and Zai looking exhausted and gloomy. Every day I gave him love and encouragement, praised him for being himself and told him not to worry, everything would be alright.
I took him to a local vet who could only suggest giving him some stuff to put on his pellets. He also gave Zai an antibiotic injection. Immediately Zai became sick - this was very frightening! This medication was supposed to help cure him, not make him ill, yet here he was, lethargic and sickly! This didn't help him at all. I then did some research on the internet and discovered that rabbits have a very sensitive immune system and that lots of things can upset them, especially antibiotics. Why on earth would vets give rabbits antibiotics then I thought? I changed his diet slowly, added things, took things away, but yet the on / off pattern existed. At least Zai was happy, he had company every single day and lived indoors with us. We would just have to live with the diahorreah, which was fine. His life was now full and rich.
After a few months he came out from under the unit and never went back. He blossomed - he had just needed safe, private time to recuperate and see that his forever home was protective and free from danger. He followed us around everywhere - always there, putting his head under our feet for a forehead rub! He made delightful little noises of happiness and ground his teeth when we caressed him. Zai then showed us his favourite game - playing with paper! He would grab a sheet with his mouth and throw it up and over his head, then race around the house with it, standing up on his hind legs and piroetting around. Sometimes with bobbing at the same time! He was always looking out of the corner of his eye to see that we were watching. The paper always covered his line of vision yet he seldom bumped into anything! When he accidentally did bump into something he would immediately act like nothing had happened but it was very apparent from his features that he was embarassed! It was amazing, and he was so fast as he scampered around. Every evening he would look for a piece of paper on the floor - I would have a pad that I tore a piece of and leave it for him to find. Then he would carefully grab the edge with his teeth and off he would go. Zai made us laugh all the time with this super game!
Great, I thought, as I was thinking of getting a companion to join me and the space and time to devote to a small family member. I memorised the number as I walked out. I was feeling excited!
After a phone call my fiance and I drove to the ladies house a week later to meet the little chap. He was under a chair in the kitchen and didn't seem afraid or worried at all. I had a towel put on my lap then got to hold him. He sat there contentedly. I could see that my fiance was already eagerly holding the cardboard box we had brought along filled with fresh hay.
We bundled the little orange coloured lop into the box and drove to see my gran - closer than us going home first. Immediately I named him Zaicheeka - the Russian diminutive for hare! -Zai for short. My fiance had him in the box sitting on his lap talking to him all the time and comforting him. At gran's he popped his head out of the opened box and just looked at her - he made us all laugh! He looked absolutely delightful, my heart melted!
We got him home and by this time he was a little afraid of all the travelling. He immediately ran under a big unit we used to have in our kitchen. He stayed under there for a few months and would venture out only when we left the house. We would both ly on the floor and pat him gently, putting our hands in slowly and speaking to him, letting him know all about our day and that we were his forever friends, he could trust us, we loved him.
It was at this time that we noticed that he had pretty bad bouts of diahorreah. I would clean up the carpet and put some clean towels down for him to run around on. Zai stayed primarily in the kitchen even though he had the run of the house.
The lady we got him from had not mentioned any diahorreah problems! She had told us that a short while ago she had rescued him from a family who had tired of him. They had gotten him for their kid - sound familiar?? then the kid became bored and they just couldn't be bothered looking after him. It was so bad that when she went to collect him - he was out in the front garden waiting for her in a cage with suspect food in his dish!
Zai would have good days and bad days. The good days were clean towels and lovely hard rabbit pellets - the bad days were diahorreah covered towels and Zai looking exhausted and gloomy. Every day I gave him love and encouragement, praised him for being himself and told him not to worry, everything would be alright.
I took him to a local vet who could only suggest giving him some stuff to put on his pellets. He also gave Zai an antibiotic injection. Immediately Zai became sick - this was very frightening! This medication was supposed to help cure him, not make him ill, yet here he was, lethargic and sickly! This didn't help him at all. I then did some research on the internet and discovered that rabbits have a very sensitive immune system and that lots of things can upset them, especially antibiotics. Why on earth would vets give rabbits antibiotics then I thought? I changed his diet slowly, added things, took things away, but yet the on / off pattern existed. At least Zai was happy, he had company every single day and lived indoors with us. We would just have to live with the diahorreah, which was fine. His life was now full and rich.
After a few months he came out from under the unit and never went back. He blossomed - he had just needed safe, private time to recuperate and see that his forever home was protective and free from danger. He followed us around everywhere - always there, putting his head under our feet for a forehead rub! He made delightful little noises of happiness and ground his teeth when we caressed him. Zai then showed us his favourite game - playing with paper! He would grab a sheet with his mouth and throw it up and over his head, then race around the house with it, standing up on his hind legs and piroetting around. Sometimes with bobbing at the same time! He was always looking out of the corner of his eye to see that we were watching. The paper always covered his line of vision yet he seldom bumped into anything! When he accidentally did bump into something he would immediately act like nothing had happened but it was very apparent from his features that he was embarassed! It was amazing, and he was so fast as he scampered around. Every evening he would look for a piece of paper on the floor - I would have a pad that I tore a piece of and leave it for him to find. Then he would carefully grab the edge with his teeth and off he would go. Zai made us laugh all the time with this super game!
Not too many months after he came to live with us I discovered a 'growth' in his ear! I was shocked - and scared! We took him to a vet who diagnosed cancer and when I asked what our options were he said - well, I can operate and cut the ear off but it will probably kill him, he'll die and there is nothing that we can do.
I cried in the car as we returned home, scared! Then I became determined that Zai would not have to suffer any more indignities in life and I promised to help him as best as I could. For the next few nights I spent every minute on the internet researching cancer and it's cure. Most importantly I wanted to know what caused cancer so I could tackle the root of the problem (unlike the vet who would only 'remove' the problem - problems can come back!). I came across many stories and heard of lots of different natural ingredients that could and had cured cancer in humans! (There weren't many stories of rabbits). I was surprised, according to the government and the media cancer was a death sentence. It had filled the whole of society with fear and dread. Yet what I was reading was hopeful and on a cellular level it was highly interesting and informative. I have always been a highly sceptical person and a bit of a rebel, so I take all 'authoritative' information with a grain of salt. On the cellular level the cell changes were intruiging and since all living beings are made up of the same cells then I knew that I could hopefully use these methods to help Zai.
So began 3 months of exhausting medication for Zai 24 hours a day. I sent off for formulas from an American company that dealt only with mother nature's herbs. The tumor did not get any bigger, thank goodness. I also bought huge rose quartz chunks and cleansed them and had them all around Zai. I was desperate enough to try everything. Ofcourse, after Zai's terrible experience with man made antibiotics I knew that I could never use 'conventional' drugs to treat him. I am also against animal testing and it is with great despair that I look upon those types of 'cures' knowing of the suffering behind them.
Because the tumour didn't seem to be shrinking further and I was getting up every 2 hours to give Zai a pipette full of herbal formula day after day I knew that I had to do something more. Zai was also pretty tired too, fighting away. It was with great fortune after searching more on the internet that I came across stories of apricot kernals. I read on and was totally amazed by what I was learning - this was fantastic information. I sourced the kernals here in the UK and ordered some. I followed the instructions for kernals to body weight ratio and gave half a chopped up kernal mashed in with the herbal mix and served on a tiny piece of organic oatcake (as much as possible - everything we gave to Zai was organic).
In the space of 3 weeks the tumour, which by this time was the size of a large purple grape hanging out of his ear, just shrivelled up like a grape and 'fell off' one day! I was amazed - the cancer had gone - Zai was alive!
Zai was full of life, energetic and back to racing around the house with his pieces of paper. It was truly a time to celebrate. I also learnt alot about the 'cancer industry'. Drug companies are unable to copy the dna of a natural substance and reproduce it, therefore, they are unable to 'patent' it - and make money from it. I realised that billions of dollars and millions of jobs in a worldwide industry would collpase if people started to kill off the cancer themselves by eating nature's own bounty. However, I was convinced by what I had seen and I was so grateful that Zai had made a superb recovery. He had had such a shocking start to his life and had such terrible problems with diahorreah and reacted so badly to 'conventional drugs' that finally he was getting good health.
Good health is so important to quality of life that I was determined that Zai would get the best of everything I could provide. Everyday I made up Zai's special apricot kernal treats and he ate them avidly.
We now had our golden time with Zai, he was healthy (apart from the recurrent diahorreah) and every day was so precious as we had nearly lost him! He meant the world to us and I was so, so thankful to be part of his life. I loved him to bits!
So began 3 months of exhausting medication for Zai 24 hours a day. I sent off for formulas from an American company that dealt only with mother nature's herbs. The tumor did not get any bigger, thank goodness. I also bought huge rose quartz chunks and cleansed them and had them all around Zai. I was desperate enough to try everything. Ofcourse, after Zai's terrible experience with man made antibiotics I knew that I could never use 'conventional' drugs to treat him. I am also against animal testing and it is with great despair that I look upon those types of 'cures' knowing of the suffering behind them.
Because the tumour didn't seem to be shrinking further and I was getting up every 2 hours to give Zai a pipette full of herbal formula day after day I knew that I had to do something more. Zai was also pretty tired too, fighting away. It was with great fortune after searching more on the internet that I came across stories of apricot kernals. I read on and was totally amazed by what I was learning - this was fantastic information. I sourced the kernals here in the UK and ordered some. I followed the instructions for kernals to body weight ratio and gave half a chopped up kernal mashed in with the herbal mix and served on a tiny piece of organic oatcake (as much as possible - everything we gave to Zai was organic).
In the space of 3 weeks the tumour, which by this time was the size of a large purple grape hanging out of his ear, just shrivelled up like a grape and 'fell off' one day! I was amazed - the cancer had gone - Zai was alive!
Zai was full of life, energetic and back to racing around the house with his pieces of paper. It was truly a time to celebrate. I also learnt alot about the 'cancer industry'. Drug companies are unable to copy the dna of a natural substance and reproduce it, therefore, they are unable to 'patent' it - and make money from it. I realised that billions of dollars and millions of jobs in a worldwide industry would collpase if people started to kill off the cancer themselves by eating nature's own bounty. However, I was convinced by what I had seen and I was so grateful that Zai had made a superb recovery. He had had such a shocking start to his life and had such terrible problems with diahorreah and reacted so badly to 'conventional drugs' that finally he was getting good health.
Good health is so important to quality of life that I was determined that Zai would get the best of everything I could provide. Everyday I made up Zai's special apricot kernal treats and he ate them avidly.
We now had our golden time with Zai, he was healthy (apart from the recurrent diahorreah) and every day was so precious as we had nearly lost him! He meant the world to us and I was so, so thankful to be part of his life. I loved him to bits!
