The next morning, August 8th, I was afraid to get up and go check on the bunnies. I was terrified that they would be dead. I was so happy to find that all 7 were still alive! I still hadn't seen Oreo take care of them and was starting to worry that maybe I should be trying to feed them myself. My son and I went to town and bought a baby bottle and kitten replacement milk, which is what I read online that baby bunnies could eat, and hurried home with it. I watched Oreo all day to see if she ever went in and feed them but never saw her do it.
I got on a local yahoo group, freecycle and cheapcycle, to ask for help. I asked for help from anyone that knew anything about bunnies. The response was overwhelming! I had numerous emails within just a few hours from people offering advice. The most common piece of advice was to leave momma and babies alone and let what happens happen. I was stressed to the max because I couldn't just sit back and watch them die. I noticed one little black one in particular. He was so much smaller than the rest and just didn't seem to stay as warm as the others. Everything I read said if they started to get wrinkled then they were in danger of dehydrating. He was getting very wrinkled. I had also read about Peanuts...they call really little bunnies this when there is no chance of them living. He had all the characteristics of a peanut but I just couldn't give up on him. So, on Friday night my mom and I started to bottlefeed him. He was so wrinkled and cold and I was very worried about him. I slipped him in my shirt pocket to keep him warm and he ate greedily from the bottle I gave him. He started to move more and seemed to be improving. I stayed up with him until well after midnight. My husband came home from work around 3am though and he had passed away. My heart was breaking a little more each day.
I was very stressed and depressed that the other 6 would not survive.
Here is a picture of my peanut:
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