aimzer
Adult Guinea Pig
On 19th August I had my first ever experience of losing a piggy and I can't stop thinking about the run up to her death.
I was on holiday from the 5th August to the 17th August and my mum was looking after my 2 girls. I got home on the Sunday and mum told me that morning Honey hadn't eaten any veg and was just sitting in her bed. My heart jumped out my mouth and immediately I started panicking. She was just sitting there so uninterested. I booked an emergency appt at the vet in the next town as the vet in my town is useless.
We got to the vet and she sounded her chest etc and checked Honeys temp by putting a thermometer up her bum which she squealed at. I felt so bad. The vet gave her baytril, metachlopramide and fluids and gave me some critical care to take home. She said if she didn't improve then they would keep her in and do bloods etc.
I tried and tried with the critical care but it was just dribbling from her mouth. I bought some baby food and she wouldn't take that either.
The next day we went back to the vet and it was a different vet and she was adamant Honey had ovarian cysts so she did a scan and said there was fluid. so I agreed (stupidly) to let her have a hormone injection. Looking back I am 90% sure it wasn't cysts as she was showing no signs of aggression etc but I guess I was clutching at straws and just went with what the vet said. Took her home again, tried with critical care to no avail. I knew it was important to keep the guts going so I phoned the vet ands said in was struggling with the feeds and her reply 'well she isn't dehydrated so it's ok' again I felt so helpless in just believed her. That night she got worse. I attempted syringe feeding through the night but in the morning she was lying there and i could here her breathing and making little squeek type noises. I felt that my only option was to put her out her misery and I cried the whole way to the vet.
But now I just feel that I could have done so much more. I should have questioned the vet and took her to a different vet! I should have said to the 2nd vet that the plan was to keep her in and do bloods but I just felt so helpless and went along with what she thought as I had never dealt with it before. I feel like I put her through all that pain at the vets for nothing. I think about it almost every night about how stupid I was and if I did things differently maybe I would still have Honey.
I am so sorry for blubbering. It has been on my mind a lot and I needed to get it out and can't think of better people to share it with x
I was on holiday from the 5th August to the 17th August and my mum was looking after my 2 girls. I got home on the Sunday and mum told me that morning Honey hadn't eaten any veg and was just sitting in her bed. My heart jumped out my mouth and immediately I started panicking. She was just sitting there so uninterested. I booked an emergency appt at the vet in the next town as the vet in my town is useless.
We got to the vet and she sounded her chest etc and checked Honeys temp by putting a thermometer up her bum which she squealed at. I felt so bad. The vet gave her baytril, metachlopramide and fluids and gave me some critical care to take home. She said if she didn't improve then they would keep her in and do bloods etc.
I tried and tried with the critical care but it was just dribbling from her mouth. I bought some baby food and she wouldn't take that either.
The next day we went back to the vet and it was a different vet and she was adamant Honey had ovarian cysts so she did a scan and said there was fluid. so I agreed (stupidly) to let her have a hormone injection. Looking back I am 90% sure it wasn't cysts as she was showing no signs of aggression etc but I guess I was clutching at straws and just went with what the vet said. Took her home again, tried with critical care to no avail. I knew it was important to keep the guts going so I phoned the vet ands said in was struggling with the feeds and her reply 'well she isn't dehydrated so it's ok' again I felt so helpless in just believed her. That night she got worse. I attempted syringe feeding through the night but in the morning she was lying there and i could here her breathing and making little squeek type noises. I felt that my only option was to put her out her misery and I cried the whole way to the vet.
But now I just feel that I could have done so much more. I should have questioned the vet and took her to a different vet! I should have said to the 2nd vet that the plan was to keep her in and do bloods but I just felt so helpless and went along with what she thought as I had never dealt with it before. I feel like I put her through all that pain at the vets for nothing. I think about it almost every night about how stupid I was and if I did things differently maybe I would still have Honey.
I am so sorry for blubbering. It has been on my mind a lot and I needed to get it out and can't think of better people to share it with x

