Wildlife Wednesday

Wyoming ground squirrel at Sylvan Lake State Park. Photo by Jamie Simo.
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Rest in Peace

First day with Momo. Exploring Ian’s office. Photo by Ian Cyr.

It’s taken me a few days to process, but my bunny Momo has died. She was 3 years old. Someone dumped her at Chatfield State Park just shy of a year ago and my husband and I had cared for her ever since. She was the sweetest, sassiest, smartest rabbit I’ve ever met. She had an incurable sweet tooth, was an expert at escaping from her pen, and loved to be made much of.

Momo died of something called megacolon, a genetic condition linked to her particular spotted coloring that we weren’t even aware of until she started getting really sick. Megacolon is when the large intestine is abnormally enlarged and the peristaltic movements that allow food to move through the system are severely impaired or absent. As a result, there isn’t a lot of nutrient uptake through the colon’s walls either. She became really constipated a month ago and we had her on 4 different drugs and fluid to help things move through. She was also very thin. At the end she weighed 1.7kg and change. She seemed to be getting better until last weekend when she took a turn for the worse.

We found her body 4th of July morning.

It’s very cruel to breed an animal when the traits you’re breeding into the animal harm the animal. It’s possible Momo ended up with megacolon through a random mutation and it was just a fluke, but lots of rabbits with her pattern are produced through selective breeding of English Spot rabbits in order to produce a standard for show. We need to seriously look at what we’re doing when we breed animals to produce a particular “look.”

I miss my precious girl like crazy.