Ah, Luther and Arkwright. What a pair they were. Rescue boys, probably not siblings as the rescue had combined two litters of similar age at the point when the bucks needed to be separated from Mum. Luther was a very pale champagne hooded and Arkwright was a black Berkshire. We took them on with the intention of introing them to D.R. and Quinch, but D.R. really didn’t like them – and as we soon found out, he wasn’t at all well. After he died we did carry on trying to intro to Quinch but he wasn’t interested.
Part of the problem was that Luther was basically a hissing, spitting, furry ball of hatred for quite a lot of his life. Though as J said at the time, “He’s our hissing, spitting, furry ball of hatred and we love him.” He didn’t like people much, and was almost impossible to pick up, though he rarely bit anyone. He didn’t mind interacting with us once he was out of the cage, but was never exactly playful or affectionate. Arkwright always seemed to want to be more cuddly and friendly but as they got older he seemed to become afraid of Luther.
They were ok to begin with but as they approached 12 months old the fights got worse, and eventually we decided to have them both neutered. It was pretty much the best thing we could have done for them. Luther never became a soppy boy but he did seem much happier, and Arkwright settled down really well afterwards.
Arkwright always did do a lot of peering out from under cushions…
The only issues after the neuter were that Luther got abscesses on the operation site, and had to keep going back to the vet (but he was surprisingly co-operative about it) and he got an enormous scab on his back which took a lot of fur with it when it came off. We think that was a particularly bad Baytril burn – the standard antibiotic can cause scabs if it’s injected, but usually it’s pretty small and just round the injection site.
You can just see the discolouration and the slightly raised area of fur on his back in this one.
But the two of them were much more contented together after the surgery and that was the main thing. Luther made it to 30 months old, and left us just before Christmas 2011 after developing hind leg degeneration. He hadn’t been very bad with it though and his death was a bit of a surprise.
The last photo I have of Luther, two months before he died. I don’t think he was really that fat, it’s just how he was sitting.
Not wanting Arkwright to be on his own, we introduced him to our two girls, Cora and Clarice (we did have more boys too, by then, but I thought boys would stress him out more). He got on ok with them but before long he developed HLD as well and had to be moved into a single level cage. He came out every evening for bathing as he could no longer wash himself, and then he got to snuggle in a soft warm towel and eat yoggies, which he loved. He left us just over a month after Luther.
The last photos of Arkwright were taken on Christmas Day 2011:
I think they were happy. I hope so, anyway.