I know I'm new, but I'm a long time reader. This place helped me out so much last year when my beloved Moo-Cow had an abscess on his jaw....
Anyway...today I had to put my beloved pet to sleep. It was a hard decision to make..but I felt it was time.
For a week and a half now Moo-Cow wouldn't eat hardly anything. I'd fill up his bowl only to see it full the next day. He was barely drinking any water either, wouldn't accept grass from the yard or a bag. Basically, all he'd do all day was lay in his cage and not make a sound. He had access to the rest of the house since I kept the door to his cage open 24/7, so this was obviously worrying me since he is usually running around the living room and leaving little presents for me under everything.
This morning my Dad's girlfriend asked if I wanted to have him put to sleep. At first I said no, as I thought he'd be able to pull through. She said she would be back later to check up on him.
I don't know how old Moo-Cow was, but he was old. Fully grown when I acquired him from my ex-pot dealer in 2004. He was kept in a cage that was so small that he could barely turn around. I really didn't want a pet but I couldn't stand to see an animal kept like that, so I took him in. We got him a huge bird cage, and let him have the run of the house.
He went from begin a pretty mean SOB to a chill guy in a couple of weeks. He'd week when certain people came in the house, and he always only purrred for me. But god forbid you try and pick him up, for all these years I've never been able to have "lap time" with him. He just wasn't that type of pig.
Anyway back to this morning, my Dad's girlfriend leaves and I try to feed Moo-Cow some grass. He wouldn't take it, he wouldn't drink water even if I put it in a bowl and placed it next to him. He just didn't want to move at all.
I decided to pick him up and hold him....for the very first time.
He struggled a bit at first, but I don't think there was any fight left in him. He gave in and allowed me to hold him for the first time in his life. He laid in my lap, let me pet him, and purred for awhile. I think it was his way of telling me it was his time.
He'd become very thin, a fact that his thick fur had been hiding from me. He felt like skin and bones. One of his eyes was sealed shut, and like I said...just not fight in him what-so-ever. The local vet doesn't have a doctor that tends to pigs...so I had no way to get him any medical help.
I made the call, and my Dad's girlfriend picked me and Moo-Cow up and took him into the back of the vet's office. I was assured that he'd feel no pain, and after holding him one last time and saying goodbye I allowed them to give him some knock out gas, and inject him with whatever they use to "put the animal to sleep".
The body was returned to me in a shoe box.
I live on a farm, so I set about finding him a good place to rest. I decided on an old oak tree next to a pond on our farm. I dug him a deep grave and covered it with river rocks and cement to hopefully prevent anything digging him up. I said my good byes.....
Moo-Cow, I know you're up in heaven eating grass and chasing pig tail, we will always remember you. Even though the vet never believed you were over 10 years old I know in my heart that you were. You lived a long time little buddy, and I hope the spot I picked out for you is to your liking.
Rest in peace moo-cow.
I don't think I'll be keeping pigs again any time soon. I get too attached. I cried for the first time today in about 4 years...
Anyway...today I had to put my beloved pet to sleep. It was a hard decision to make..but I felt it was time.
For a week and a half now Moo-Cow wouldn't eat hardly anything. I'd fill up his bowl only to see it full the next day. He was barely drinking any water either, wouldn't accept grass from the yard or a bag. Basically, all he'd do all day was lay in his cage and not make a sound. He had access to the rest of the house since I kept the door to his cage open 24/7, so this was obviously worrying me since he is usually running around the living room and leaving little presents for me under everything.
This morning my Dad's girlfriend asked if I wanted to have him put to sleep. At first I said no, as I thought he'd be able to pull through. She said she would be back later to check up on him.
I don't know how old Moo-Cow was, but he was old. Fully grown when I acquired him from my ex-pot dealer in 2004. He was kept in a cage that was so small that he could barely turn around. I really didn't want a pet but I couldn't stand to see an animal kept like that, so I took him in. We got him a huge bird cage, and let him have the run of the house.
He went from begin a pretty mean SOB to a chill guy in a couple of weeks. He'd week when certain people came in the house, and he always only purrred for me. But god forbid you try and pick him up, for all these years I've never been able to have "lap time" with him. He just wasn't that type of pig.
Anyway back to this morning, my Dad's girlfriend leaves and I try to feed Moo-Cow some grass. He wouldn't take it, he wouldn't drink water even if I put it in a bowl and placed it next to him. He just didn't want to move at all.
I decided to pick him up and hold him....for the very first time.
He struggled a bit at first, but I don't think there was any fight left in him. He gave in and allowed me to hold him for the first time in his life. He laid in my lap, let me pet him, and purred for awhile. I think it was his way of telling me it was his time.
He'd become very thin, a fact that his thick fur had been hiding from me. He felt like skin and bones. One of his eyes was sealed shut, and like I said...just not fight in him what-so-ever. The local vet doesn't have a doctor that tends to pigs...so I had no way to get him any medical help.
I made the call, and my Dad's girlfriend picked me and Moo-Cow up and took him into the back of the vet's office. I was assured that he'd feel no pain, and after holding him one last time and saying goodbye I allowed them to give him some knock out gas, and inject him with whatever they use to "put the animal to sleep".
The body was returned to me in a shoe box.
I live on a farm, so I set about finding him a good place to rest. I decided on an old oak tree next to a pond on our farm. I dug him a deep grave and covered it with river rocks and cement to hopefully prevent anything digging him up. I said my good byes.....
Moo-Cow, I know you're up in heaven eating grass and chasing pig tail, we will always remember you. Even though the vet never believed you were over 10 years old I know in my heart that you were. You lived a long time little buddy, and I hope the spot I picked out for you is to your liking.
Rest in peace moo-cow.
I don't think I'll be keeping pigs again any time soon. I get too attached. I cried for the first time today in about 4 years...