Hard time with the loss of my piggy Waffle

Victoria09

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I recently lost my piggy Waffle, its been the hardest thing ive ever been thru. He was brought to our home with a friend, they would fight so terribly, they would hurt each other. My sister adopted out the friend, and waffle stayed. I decided to bring him into my room for a while, but that while ended up being permanent. I had no knowledge on guineas, it was my first time actually having one. I fed him everyday treats and made sure he was loved, he didnt like being petted much, but he would come out and wheek for feed time, and stand on his little legs. Every morning he would wake up when I would wake up and look for me. and I would make sure I fed him and his water was full before leaving work. On Thursday my son let him roam around the room after I had mentioned it wasn't safe yet because I had boric acid in an area behind my dresser for bugs, he only did it to wash out his cage. It wasnt intentional. but he was fine that day. On Friday morning, I noticed he didnt come out and I felt like something was off. I saw he had all his hay there and fresh water and I called out his name. I saw him move. and assumed he was just resting and had already ate. My son called me later on when he got home from school that he was not active and had diarreah, While I was at work, I ordered some critical care and syringes and had my sister feed him.

when I got home from work I noticed he wasnt good, and I wrapped him up and rushed him to the Vet hospital, where they told me he was very ill and his stomach was really big. they gave him IV and pain meds with vitamin C, we had him in the heating pads and blankets, and he fell asleep, they wanted me to pay 1,200 for in hospital treatment and kept asking about money. and I didnt have it, I paid $400 for meds and stuff for at home treatment, on my way home, he had seizures and let out a cry and passed in my arms, and ill never forget that moment. it still haunts me today, I been unable to eat or sleep or do anything for 4 days now, My heart is so heavy and I feel so guilty. I also feel terrible he was alone with no furr friend, I also found out they are not supposed to eat carrots, and my baby loved carrots. I was so uneducated on guineas, and I failed him. I cant take it back but I miss him so much. I dont know if ill ever forgive myself, but this is so hard on me. I wake up everyday and look at the same spot where I had him, thinking he will magically reappear. I miss you waffle and I love you.
 
I am so sorry for the loss of your beloved Waffle.

Have a browse through the bereavement section of the forum as there is some very helpful information there.
Be gentle with yourself as you grieve, allow yourself time as well.
Grief can’t be hurried.
 
I'm sorry for your loss of Waffle.
I agree with Merab that reading the Bereavement section on the forum might be helpful for you.

I've made mistakes in the past that led to illness or after a while even death of a guinea or two of mine. I do understand the feelings of guilt. My guineas were loved by me despite my mistakes or misjudgements, and I'm sure Waffle was loved by you too and knew he was. That's what counts most. Feeling guilty is probably a stage in the mourning process, but I hope it doesn't stay with you. Humans make mistakes and learn from these, that's all we can do. I didn't know till I joined this forum - which was after the end of my long guinea pig career - that guinea pigs shouldn't eat carrots! I would say a lot of people who aren't on this forum don't know that. It's because of the sugar content, but that alone wouldn't have killed Waffle or even made him ill.

You did your best at the end, you took him to the Vet hospital and that meant he was given pain meds and wrapped up warm so that at least he would feel more comfortable. Believe me, there are some pet owners who don't even do that. So you showed Waffle you cared, and that was important too. You tried to alleviate the problem. I'm pretty sure that leaving him overnight at the Vet hospital wouldn't have saved him, since he died in your arms on the way home, so don't feel bad about that. Besides, $1200 is a lot of money upfront and not everybody has it.

Waffle is in guinea pig Heaven, over beyond the Rainbow Bridge🌈 if that appeals to you. No more pain, there are lots of other guinea pigs over there for him to play with and run around with, and he can eat as much carrot as he likes.

Holding you in my heart.
 
Hi and welcome

Please be aware that intense soul-searching and strong feelings of guilt are characteristic for the onset of the grieving process. They are not a sign that have actually done anything badly wrong but how deeply you care because as humans we are wired to reflect everything back onto ourselves. This gets usually worse if you lose your piggy/pet in a rather traumatic way.
What I can say to you: whatever has happened, Waffle was loved and well cared for.

Like parenthood, pet keeping is an ongoing life-long learning curve. We cannot pay back but we can always pay forward. Next time round you will do some things better, like informing yourself more about your pets before you get them (which is the forward paying bit) but you will make different mistakes instead. You can never become perfect but you keep on learning from your hopefully always different problems. I still do it myself; having had to learn a lot of what I know now the hard way.

However, please respect that Waffle would have likely been even happier with a mate but he was still feeling loved. So you fell into the treat trap like most owners and fed him more carrots than was strictly good for him but you did all the right things when he developed severe bloat or a twisted gut etc. which can all kill within hours and faster than any meds can kick in; they are not something you can brace for or prevent.

Rest assured that he wouldn't have made it through the night and that being able to die in your arms - as traumatic as it was for you - was ultimately much kinder for Waffle than being left in the hospital. Try to take comfort in that the end was comparatively fast for him and that he didn't suffer for too long; and that he was already pretty much out of it right at the end when his heart gave out. Gently drifting away in your sleep is extremely rare. The normality of losing a piggy is usually much more physical and can be unfortunately pretty dramatic - and expensive. :(
I hope that this guide here can help you with the deadly gut issues side: Wiebke's Guide to Tummy Trouble

Here is our practical step-by-step grieving guide for owners, which will take you through the grieving process, which is much more complex than just bawling your eyes out and can take you to some really weird mind loops but it also contains tips on how you can help yourself and where you can find help in some countries: Human Bereavement: Grieving, Processing and Support Links for Guinea Pig Owners and Their Children

My thoughts are with you.
 
I’m so sorry for your loss. Please don’t be hard on yourself during this difficult time. Rest peacefully Waffle
 
I recently lost my piggy Waffle, its been the hardest thing ive ever been thru. He was brought to our home with a friend, they would fight so terribly, they would hurt each other. My sister adopted out the friend, and waffle stayed. I decided to bring him into my room for a while, but that while ended up being permanent. I had no knowledge on guineas, it was my first time actually having one. I fed him everyday treats and made sure he was loved, he didnt like being petted much, but he would come out and wheek for feed time, and stand on his little legs. Every morning he would wake up when I would wake up and look for me. and I would make sure I fed him and his water was full before leaving work. On Thursday my son let him roam around the room after I had mentioned it wasn't safe yet because I had boric acid in an area behind my dresser for bugs, he only did it to wash out his cage. It wasnt intentional. but he was fine that day. On Friday morning, I noticed he didnt come out and I felt like something was off. I saw he had all his hay there and fresh water and I called out his name. I saw him move. and assumed he was just resting and had already ate. My son called me later on when he got home from school that he was not active and had diarreah, While I was at work, I ordered some critical care and syringes and had my sister feed him.

when I got home from work I noticed he wasnt good, and I wrapped him up and rushed him to the Vet hospital, where they told me he was very ill and his stomach was really big. they gave him IV and pain meds with vitamin C, we had him in the heating pads and blankets, and he fell asleep, they wanted me to pay 1,200 for in hospital treatment and kept asking about money. and I didnt have it, I paid $400 for meds and stuff for at home treatment, on my way home, he had seizures and let out a cry and passed in my arms, and ill never forget that moment. it still haunts me today, I been unable to eat or sleep or do anything for 4 days now, My heart is so heavy and I feel so guilty. I also feel terrible he was alone with no furr friend, I also found out they are not supposed to eat carrots, and my baby loved carrots. I was so uneducated on guineas, and I failed him. I cant take it back but I miss him so much. I dont know if ill ever forgive myself, but this is so hard on me. I wake up everyday and look at the same spot where I had him, thinking he will magically reappear. I miss you waffle and I love you.

Please know you are not alone, I'm afraid this sort of grief is pretty awful and takes a long time to process. It's more traumatic than many realise.

You clearly loved Waffle very much and it sounds like he enjoyed your company.

None of us are perfect piggy keepers, but doing the absolute best we can with the information we have is all we can do. You did your best for him by getting him away from a bad bond and loving him.

Even if we do everything right, sometimes they just have a bad genetic hand and nothing can be done.

He will have passed as well as possible with you, a hospital stay would have been terrifying and unlikely to have helped. We pay the price for their comfort.
 
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