MoorePiggies
Junior Guinea Pig
My poor, gorgeous little boy went to sleep last night. He had lost a lot of weight and the vet had been hoping to operate thinking it was his teeth.
Tuesday I took him to the vet and came home with gut stimulants and metacam and critical care food. I stayed up all night feeding him with a syringe. Wednesday we did the same but noticed his weight had dropped despite him taking all the recommended food. Thursday I took him back to the vet who told me to just keep feeding him to prepare for operation on Friday.
Friday he had dropped another 30g and was below 800g. He was admitted for subcutaneous fluids and intense feeding and they managed to put 50g on. I picked him up Friday and he was to stay in Saturday for the same again to prepare to operate on Monday.
This time when I went to pick him up the nurse told me he couldn't fight any more, there was obviously more to it than his teeth because of the continual weight loss. I tried everything, have stayed up with about a half hour sleep every night since Tuesday. It just wasn't enough for my wee boy.
I made the call to end his pain and to be honest when I saw him he had really given up too. I had a lovely cuddle and he managed to give me one last kiss.
I brought his body home with me last night to let his buddy say goodbye and to give me one last night with him.
I had intended on a plant pot burial but just couldn't bear him not being in the house with me. We took him to a wonderful pet undertaker this morning to be cremated and he managed to get his paw prints and made a lovely frame with a lock of his hair tucked in the back.
We are going to make a special place on our mantel for my wee boy.
I just hope and pray I did all I could.
He comes home for his last time on Tuesday. I'm trying to focus on my other 2 to make sure they don't go downhill.
Popcorn free my gorgeous boy.

Tuesday I took him to the vet and came home with gut stimulants and metacam and critical care food. I stayed up all night feeding him with a syringe. Wednesday we did the same but noticed his weight had dropped despite him taking all the recommended food. Thursday I took him back to the vet who told me to just keep feeding him to prepare for operation on Friday.
Friday he had dropped another 30g and was below 800g. He was admitted for subcutaneous fluids and intense feeding and they managed to put 50g on. I picked him up Friday and he was to stay in Saturday for the same again to prepare to operate on Monday.
This time when I went to pick him up the nurse told me he couldn't fight any more, there was obviously more to it than his teeth because of the continual weight loss. I tried everything, have stayed up with about a half hour sleep every night since Tuesday. It just wasn't enough for my wee boy.
I made the call to end his pain and to be honest when I saw him he had really given up too. I had a lovely cuddle and he managed to give me one last kiss.
I brought his body home with me last night to let his buddy say goodbye and to give me one last night with him.
I had intended on a plant pot burial but just couldn't bear him not being in the house with me. We took him to a wonderful pet undertaker this morning to be cremated and he managed to get his paw prints and made a lovely frame with a lock of his hair tucked in the back.
We are going to make a special place on our mantel for my wee boy.
I just hope and pray I did all I could.
He comes home for his last time on Tuesday. I'm trying to focus on my other 2 to make sure they don't go downhill.
Popcorn free my gorgeous boy.
