Mr. Mustache the bun is a fragile flower. He and I spent some quality time with the vet, trying to figure out why his poop looks so funny. He was not quite in statis, but definitely Not Right.
Many, many meds later, and a new strict diet (that, alas, does not include his favorite bananas), and he is doing a bit better.
I'm doing the best I can for him. There will be no Death on my watch, if I can help it.
Bunny burrito,
all squashed and ready to be stuffed with meds.
Allllllll the meds.
Special greens mix. Tasty.
Hang in there, Mr. Mustache. Smudge loves you, and Poppy and Cookie love to annoy you, and you have a very special place in my heart. <3
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