Pat Shields
Adult Guinea Pig
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- Jun 27, 2011
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I went to a shop today to look for some things for Redemption and possibly a friend for him. I saw a few lovely piggies, and they had all been brought in by owners and given up. One was a pregnant Peruvian who was just the sweetest thing and begging to be loved, and I was so tempted. But in the cage with two huge honkin' male Americans was a little one so scraggly and small that I thought he was a pup. Finally the big bully pig got out of the way and this little one was able to come over to my side of the cage. I got him out, and the poor thing had poor-quality hair and flaky skin all over. He has to be a lot older than he looks because his boar bits are bigger than his head and all fully developed. When I took him out he curled up on my chest and when I put him down (I was sitting on the floor) he nestled between my legs. He was obviously suffering from malnutrition and who knows what else he has got. But he has the sweetest, most angelic disposition (maybe because he is sick?), and I bought him to try to save him.
Alas, I think he got too cold on the way home, or maybe he is just too sick to begin with and was being kept active by the bigger pigs bullying him, but he is winding down now, barely responsive, hardly moving when I lift him. On the way home (maybe 40 miles away) he never wee'd once in his box, and I am not sure I saw any poops either, I'll have to go look again. Anyway, he probably wasn't being let near the water either and is very dehydrated.
I syringed some sugar water drops gently around his lips, and I was able to open his mouth with my fingers to place some scraped apple and carrot in after I warmed it in the microwave. He enjoyed the taste, swallowed a microscopic bit, but kept pushing the rest out with his tongue.
I have him now in the dog carrier with plenty of the necessities, and he is sitting inside a towel that has a plastic bottle full of hot water beside it. The carrier is on the bathroom floor next to the portable oil heater.
As of this writing he is still breathing, but I have seen dying animals before, and I am certain he is dying. The best I can hope for is that the warmth keeps the spark of life alive; I do not want to give any more water or food because it would probably go into his lungs and cause pneumonia and kill him anyway.
I made the mistake of naming him before I discovered if he is to live; his name is Salvatore. Poor little critter, he is so sweet. Of course I am already second-guessing myself and saying maybe if I hadn't taken him he would still be doing well at the pet shop with the other pigs.
But that would have changed tomorrow anyway as a breeder is coming to take the adult pigs and trade them out for some of his babies, and Salvatore would have gone with them.
I'll bet his owner brought him in and turned him over because of failure to thrive and acting ill. Of course I am keeping him quarantined from Redemption and will sterilize anything this little piggie has touched.
Alas, I think he got too cold on the way home, or maybe he is just too sick to begin with and was being kept active by the bigger pigs bullying him, but he is winding down now, barely responsive, hardly moving when I lift him. On the way home (maybe 40 miles away) he never wee'd once in his box, and I am not sure I saw any poops either, I'll have to go look again. Anyway, he probably wasn't being let near the water either and is very dehydrated.
I syringed some sugar water drops gently around his lips, and I was able to open his mouth with my fingers to place some scraped apple and carrot in after I warmed it in the microwave. He enjoyed the taste, swallowed a microscopic bit, but kept pushing the rest out with his tongue.
I have him now in the dog carrier with plenty of the necessities, and he is sitting inside a towel that has a plastic bottle full of hot water beside it. The carrier is on the bathroom floor next to the portable oil heater.
As of this writing he is still breathing, but I have seen dying animals before, and I am certain he is dying. The best I can hope for is that the warmth keeps the spark of life alive; I do not want to give any more water or food because it would probably go into his lungs and cause pneumonia and kill him anyway.
I made the mistake of naming him before I discovered if he is to live; his name is Salvatore. Poor little critter, he is so sweet. Of course I am already second-guessing myself and saying maybe if I hadn't taken him he would still be doing well at the pet shop with the other pigs.
But that would have changed tomorrow anyway as a breeder is coming to take the adult pigs and trade them out for some of his babies, and Salvatore would have gone with them.
I'll bet his owner brought him in and turned him over because of failure to thrive and acting ill. Of course I am keeping him quarantined from Redemption and will sterilize anything this little piggie has touched.