We brought them a new hutch 3or so weeks back which had a upstairs via a ramp and he was acting a bit thick and not going up it - we did food trails the lot, same week it started to get windy so brought him and Otis inside in the new cage and set it up, he was still acting odd cos hes normally pretty active but thought was new cage and not being outside so would pop them out in the days that was nice for a few hours, still was a bit odd.
Meanwhile we had decieded he was definatly on the porky side and had bulked out LOADS
Then last weekend I was saying I'm sure he was loooking bit thin and (sadly i regret this so much) I forgot to weigh him untill Weds by which time he was deffo loosing weight, he wouldnt eat and wouldnt drink.
Got a vets appointment for the Thurs and took him in.
Our vets are great, espesh the one I always see, his daughter has piggies and he seemed to know a good bit about them.
He said he was very poorly to be showing he was ill and may not make it through.
Got some antibiotics and a extra syringe to make giving him water easier,
Chewie seemed to know exactly what was going on, he was so well behaved poor darling. Saturday was a touch and go day but he pulled through and we were postitive for him, I was meanna finish work at 5pm but cos of a lazy assistant manager we left at 530pm
Mum had been his nurse all day and 445 popped him back he had a bit of a walk about - a great acheivement!
and Rang friends and family saying how well he was doing
540 i got home and went to see him and he had died 8...8...
I screamed. was so upset as on the way home Mum had said how well he seemed.
He died trying to eat hay.
what upsets me is I should of been home at 510 Chances would of been he would of been alive still and Would of either died being cuddled and loved, or not had eaten that hay, would of eaten a grape or something else that was perhaps slightly easier to eat with breathing issues.
So angry at that idiot at work meaning last words I said to him was "whos a cute boy and a bigman taking his medicine" not "I love you"
sorry for this i needed to let it all out.
He was the first pet I wanted and chose, not one that had been given to me like when i was small.
just makes me so distraught.
and i feel so guilty cos the last 4months ive not been weighing them cos they were both happy boys. neva again will i be so lax!
