Around 9 in the evening Rory’s mood seemed to change. He would not eat, or hop about. He just sat there shaking with his eyes half closed. We thought it was perhaps nothing and it would pass. We were all up late and around 1:40 in the morning fear set in to our warren. Rory was most likely ill. He still would not eat or drink or hop. Even his mate Hunny couldn’t cheer him up.

After a phone call, I got them into their travel carrier and carefully placed them into the back seat of our car. Kristen sat with them and we drove up tot he hold neighborhood and it’s emergency pet clinic.
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