Took him to the vet this afternoon after another night of observation in my room, and so far, all is well. The vet ran stool and blood and did a physical, which seems to show no problems. There's a slight liver something that didn't make sense to me, but he mentioned the words possible parasite, so off the blood sample has gone to Dallas. I'm pretty much going to ignore that until I get proof, and am going with a oh thank goodness. He's eating normally and playing nomrally and hating me with all his being, especially since I kept panicing and pushing him to make him run around so I could watch his balance. I did get ten minute bliss at the vet's, when he stayed firmly curled up in my lap while the vet spoke. He was popular, being a lionhead, and he seemed confused by all the cooing.
He's been banned from the backyard, since there's always a possibility that a toxic plant might be involved, though it's unlikely. For now, he can take exercise in the house or in the front yard where there's only grass in his little playpen, since I know the grass is okay. The vet's not sure snuffles was responsible for the first two, but since there were no symptoms on either, it's a toss-up, and we went over food and their environment to see if there was anything else that might have done it. I've been told not to acquire any more bunnies as a partner for Waffles for a few months, which I am in no danger of doing at this point, and to keep him inside and restricted in his journeying if possible for a while. We set an appointment for his neutering next month to get that out of the way. He seems alert and normal, and I'm just so--relieved, I think. Mostly just watching him bounce around his playpen in my room. He's himself, curled up and grooming his toes and being rabbit like and I'm throwing away everything for fear of contamination that wasn't in his cage, and getting all that cleaned, just in case.
So. Yeah. Barring somethign coming back from Dallas, he's safe.
Um, thank you to the people who sent the lj flowers and note. I really do appreciate it, I just suck at saying it. And I didn't want to even really think until I knew what Waffles was going to do. Reggie really--he threw me the worst when it happened. He was my first and he was my favorite and he's the one I knew best, and comparatively speaking, I don't know Waffles nearly as well. And it's weird, with him alone in here when I'm used to mediating between all four, and I hate that cage so much that I want to get an exacto knife and start pulling it apart right now, except it's wet and rainy and I just don't even want to look at it. And I really don't want to talk about this again, so with any kind of luck, this will be the last time I need to update on any pet related problems and go with a future of worrying about carrot size and if changing to a differnet kind of pellet would be a good idea.
Okay, but. Everything's fine. Except I have to clean his playpen again, because he's rebelling against oppression by making a huge mess every so often. Good luck, bunnyboy.