first_time_piggie_mum
Adult Guinea Pig
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Although I have been reading this site for a while, I have never joined but felt that I might get some consolation if I join now.
On Thursday I lost my darling little boy Rodney at 4.5 years old. He had been diagnosed with a bladder stone the week before, and Thursday he was scheduled to have it removed.
So I took him to the vet on Thursday ( a very competent vet) and left him in their capable hands to do the surgery. Right up until Wednesday I was unsure whether to put him through the op, but in the evening he started to pee blood so I knew I had no other option.
The op went ok, the stone was removed and they flushed out his bladder. However, the vet called me to say that he was concerned that Rodney wasnt recovering well from the anaesthetic, he was bleeding quite a lot and that he would keep him in overnight and keep an eye on him. I asked if he thought it was ncessary for me to go and see him just in case things turned bad, and he said it wasnt necessary but that he would call me in case things changed.
10 minutes later he called me back to tell me Rodney had passed away :0
I am totally devastated, I cannot believe my little guy has gone and I dont know what to do with myself. I feel so guilty that I put him through the Op, and that I wasnt there to comfort him in his last moments. Everyone is telling me that he was a very papmered and well loved piggie, but when it comes down to it I wasnt there when he really needed me. He hated going to the vets and his little face looked so scared when I took him in. I hate that the last feelings he had was were of fear and distress :0
Ive cried for 3 days, Ive slept for only 9 hours and eaten nothing since Thrusday. The thought of going to work tomorrow and putting on a brave face fills me with dread.
I have decided to have him cremated and keep his ashes at home. Today the Pets at Peace lady is bringing him here for me to say a proper goodbye before his cremation tomorrow as I didnt say goodbye to him properly on Thursday, which is also killing me.
Rodney was my first GP, and I cannot belive how such a little creature can leave such a massive hole in my life. I live on my own, so he was my constant companion, we spent many many hours playing and he was always there with a wheek and a snuggle no matter what. To know that I am never going to hear him purr, see him run around the lounge and snuggle up with me in front of the TV just isnt worth thinking about.
So, guys help me out here how do I cope with this loss? Why do I feel so bad and guilty about his last hours? Would he have been in pain, would he have been concious? Would he have known what was happening? All these questions......
Thank you
Sue
Although I have been reading this site for a while, I have never joined but felt that I might get some consolation if I join now.
On Thursday I lost my darling little boy Rodney at 4.5 years old. He had been diagnosed with a bladder stone the week before, and Thursday he was scheduled to have it removed.
So I took him to the vet on Thursday ( a very competent vet) and left him in their capable hands to do the surgery. Right up until Wednesday I was unsure whether to put him through the op, but in the evening he started to pee blood so I knew I had no other option.
The op went ok, the stone was removed and they flushed out his bladder. However, the vet called me to say that he was concerned that Rodney wasnt recovering well from the anaesthetic, he was bleeding quite a lot and that he would keep him in overnight and keep an eye on him. I asked if he thought it was ncessary for me to go and see him just in case things turned bad, and he said it wasnt necessary but that he would call me in case things changed.
10 minutes later he called me back to tell me Rodney had passed away :0
I am totally devastated, I cannot believe my little guy has gone and I dont know what to do with myself. I feel so guilty that I put him through the Op, and that I wasnt there to comfort him in his last moments. Everyone is telling me that he was a very papmered and well loved piggie, but when it comes down to it I wasnt there when he really needed me. He hated going to the vets and his little face looked so scared when I took him in. I hate that the last feelings he had was were of fear and distress :0
Ive cried for 3 days, Ive slept for only 9 hours and eaten nothing since Thrusday. The thought of going to work tomorrow and putting on a brave face fills me with dread.
I have decided to have him cremated and keep his ashes at home. Today the Pets at Peace lady is bringing him here for me to say a proper goodbye before his cremation tomorrow as I didnt say goodbye to him properly on Thursday, which is also killing me.
Rodney was my first GP, and I cannot belive how such a little creature can leave such a massive hole in my life. I live on my own, so he was my constant companion, we spent many many hours playing and he was always there with a wheek and a snuggle no matter what. To know that I am never going to hear him purr, see him run around the lounge and snuggle up with me in front of the TV just isnt worth thinking about.
So, guys help me out here how do I cope with this loss? Why do I feel so bad and guilty about his last hours? Would he have been in pain, would he have been concious? Would he have known what was happening? All these questions......
Thank you
Sue