SaraB
New Born Pup
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I had to say goodbye to my gorgeous piggy Evie yesterday. I just feel so awful and I can't stop crying. She was such a dear little piggy and I don't know if I could have done something more to help her.
She had a history of dental issues and I had been hand feeding her since April. She was 5 years old and had had 3 or 4 dental treatments since 2013. The first time she had them done she was like a different pig - like she had had a new lease of life. Each subsequent dental enabled her to eat properly again, but the last time earlier this year she just didn't respond so well and only ate properly for a few weeks before losing weight again. She got so thin and lethargic that I took her to an emergency vet who kept her in over night. I spoke to two vets the next day and when I went to collect her I fully expected to have to put her to sleep - but she started nibbling on the grated carrot and broccoli and seemed really perky. The vet said all the time she was like that I should concentrate on getting her weight up and possibly look at doing another dental when she was a bit stronger.
To cut a long story short, on Friday I drove 2 1/2 hours to take her to see Simon in Northampton. Kim saw her first and tried to do some work with her conscious but her teeth were so bad, with her tongue trapped, that the only option was to put her under general anaesthetic. I just didn't know what to do. In the end I agreed to have the work done, and although she made it through the anaesthetic she was so poorly and sad when she came home. I tried to hand feed her on Friday night, but she was so weak. In the morning, she was no better - worse even. It was if the fight had gone out of her and by lunchtime I had taken her to my local vet.
I feel so distressed. I feel as if I should have found Simon sooner and given her a fighting chance. Perhaps I should have tried to get her in to the Sanctuary instead of bringing her back home to Kent. Perhaps I should have given her longer to recover. All I know is that she looked so sad and tired and I just wanted to do the best thing.
I feel guilty that I didn't try to get more food into her on Friday night, and that I didn't sit with her all night. I had hoped that Simon's work would be a miracle cure. Perhaps it was cruel to put her through the treatment, but I couldn't bear to put her to sleep when she was still alert and perky.
I'm sorry to ramble on. I just feel so awful this morning and I feel like I just need to talk to someone. My husband is lovely, but to him it was obviously the right thing to do, and if I'm honest, I think it was too, but I just feel so very dreadful.
She had a history of dental issues and I had been hand feeding her since April. She was 5 years old and had had 3 or 4 dental treatments since 2013. The first time she had them done she was like a different pig - like she had had a new lease of life. Each subsequent dental enabled her to eat properly again, but the last time earlier this year she just didn't respond so well and only ate properly for a few weeks before losing weight again. She got so thin and lethargic that I took her to an emergency vet who kept her in over night. I spoke to two vets the next day and when I went to collect her I fully expected to have to put her to sleep - but she started nibbling on the grated carrot and broccoli and seemed really perky. The vet said all the time she was like that I should concentrate on getting her weight up and possibly look at doing another dental when she was a bit stronger.
To cut a long story short, on Friday I drove 2 1/2 hours to take her to see Simon in Northampton. Kim saw her first and tried to do some work with her conscious but her teeth were so bad, with her tongue trapped, that the only option was to put her under general anaesthetic. I just didn't know what to do. In the end I agreed to have the work done, and although she made it through the anaesthetic she was so poorly and sad when she came home. I tried to hand feed her on Friday night, but she was so weak. In the morning, she was no better - worse even. It was if the fight had gone out of her and by lunchtime I had taken her to my local vet.
I feel so distressed. I feel as if I should have found Simon sooner and given her a fighting chance. Perhaps I should have tried to get her in to the Sanctuary instead of bringing her back home to Kent. Perhaps I should have given her longer to recover. All I know is that she looked so sad and tired and I just wanted to do the best thing.
I feel guilty that I didn't try to get more food into her on Friday night, and that I didn't sit with her all night. I had hoped that Simon's work would be a miracle cure. Perhaps it was cruel to put her through the treatment, but I couldn't bear to put her to sleep when she was still alert and perky.
I'm sorry to ramble on. I just feel so awful this morning and I feel like I just need to talk to someone. My husband is lovely, but to him it was obviously the right thing to do, and if I'm honest, I think it was too, but I just feel so very dreadful.
it's obvious from your post that you loved evie very much and also she has been the main focus of your thoughts and time over the past few weeks.