Ungaros
New Born Pup
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I just went through the most traumatic, stressful and emotional weekend - and I blame myself for it.
It all started on Friday when I noticed that my two 6month old girls -Rosie and Daisy were being awfully quiet and just weren't being themselves. My boyfriend and I noticed that they didn't eat their tomatoes, which is very unlikely of them because they LOVE them! We continued to observe them and I kept a good eye on them during the night to see what their movement was like. In the morning I decided to take them to the only vet which was open at 7am on a Saturday. Vets over here open later on Saturdays - ranging between 9 and 10am. I didn't want to risk them getting worse, so I took them to this very well known vet. The doctor saw them, and checked everything for them - teeth, tummy, bum.. everything. She noticed that they had tears in their eyes, especially Daisy. But said that this is because they are in pain and only gave me pain killers. After I returned home I wasn't convinced with this diagnosis and carried out further further research. That afternoon I decided to take them to a vet up the road from my house, which we just started to use for my new kitten and found her to be very good. She told me that they are fine and it is probably just the heat which is causing them to act funny. After two vets told me it's nothing I started to think that perhaps I am over reacting. This vet did give me recovery food to feed them and I did that throughout the night and the next morning. I still wasn't convinced about this, so I contacted an exotic vet. (This was Sunday morning) he told me that he is away until Friday, and told me to contact this other exotic vet who works with him. I messaged her and she told me she's away camping and won't be back until Monday, so she gave me a contact number of another vet, but who doesn't deal with exotic animals. I spoke to her and she was quite rude and seemed like she didn't really understand guinea pigs. She also couldn't fit me in on that day (Sunday). So I decided to check out another vet who happens to open on Sunday. This time I went in knowing what they have, demanding I get antibiotics for their upper respiratory infection. Unless the other two vets, she was honest with me straight away and said she's not used to guinea pigs, but she researched and gave me antibiotics. At this point Daisy was getting much worse and started wheezing. Monday I called in sick for work so I can nurse them back to health. I contacted it this other vet who also specializes in exotic animals, who told me that the antibiotics I got were good, but I would need for more days ( as she only gave me for 4). However, he told me that he cannot see me before monday! (Literally a week away!).
So I decided to call my regular vet whom I trust so much with my dog. She assured me that she will be fine. That evening my boyfriend and sister took her once I couldn't leave the house because I had called in sick. While they were there the vet called me to speak to me on the phone once my boyfriend didn't really know what was going on. She told me she's dehydrated and will give her the drip. We agreed. As few mins later, my boyfriend calls and tells me she died! :'( apparently when she gave her the drip she screamed her lungs out and just died.
I can't help but feel guilty that I killed her. I kept on pushing her to get better help. If I hadnt sent my boyfriend with her to the last vet, maybe she would still be here.. or maybe she would have died, but perhaps it would have been peaceful
I am totally gutted and cried my eyes out.
Luckily Rosie is doing a little better eat day, and I'm hoping she pulls through!
Sorry for the long post, I'm just feeling so sad and guilty they would be 6 months tomorrow
It all started on Friday when I noticed that my two 6month old girls -Rosie and Daisy were being awfully quiet and just weren't being themselves. My boyfriend and I noticed that they didn't eat their tomatoes, which is very unlikely of them because they LOVE them! We continued to observe them and I kept a good eye on them during the night to see what their movement was like. In the morning I decided to take them to the only vet which was open at 7am on a Saturday. Vets over here open later on Saturdays - ranging between 9 and 10am. I didn't want to risk them getting worse, so I took them to this very well known vet. The doctor saw them, and checked everything for them - teeth, tummy, bum.. everything. She noticed that they had tears in their eyes, especially Daisy. But said that this is because they are in pain and only gave me pain killers. After I returned home I wasn't convinced with this diagnosis and carried out further further research. That afternoon I decided to take them to a vet up the road from my house, which we just started to use for my new kitten and found her to be very good. She told me that they are fine and it is probably just the heat which is causing them to act funny. After two vets told me it's nothing I started to think that perhaps I am over reacting. This vet did give me recovery food to feed them and I did that throughout the night and the next morning. I still wasn't convinced about this, so I contacted an exotic vet. (This was Sunday morning) he told me that he is away until Friday, and told me to contact this other exotic vet who works with him. I messaged her and she told me she's away camping and won't be back until Monday, so she gave me a contact number of another vet, but who doesn't deal with exotic animals. I spoke to her and she was quite rude and seemed like she didn't really understand guinea pigs. She also couldn't fit me in on that day (Sunday). So I decided to check out another vet who happens to open on Sunday. This time I went in knowing what they have, demanding I get antibiotics for their upper respiratory infection. Unless the other two vets, she was honest with me straight away and said she's not used to guinea pigs, but she researched and gave me antibiotics. At this point Daisy was getting much worse and started wheezing. Monday I called in sick for work so I can nurse them back to health. I contacted it this other vet who also specializes in exotic animals, who told me that the antibiotics I got were good, but I would need for more days ( as she only gave me for 4). However, he told me that he cannot see me before monday! (Literally a week away!).
So I decided to call my regular vet whom I trust so much with my dog. She assured me that she will be fine. That evening my boyfriend and sister took her once I couldn't leave the house because I had called in sick. While they were there the vet called me to speak to me on the phone once my boyfriend didn't really know what was going on. She told me she's dehydrated and will give her the drip. We agreed. As few mins later, my boyfriend calls and tells me she died! :'( apparently when she gave her the drip she screamed her lungs out and just died.
I can't help but feel guilty that I killed her. I kept on pushing her to get better help. If I hadnt sent my boyfriend with her to the last vet, maybe she would still be here.. or maybe she would have died, but perhaps it would have been peaceful
I am totally gutted and cried my eyes out.
Luckily Rosie is doing a little better eat day, and I'm hoping she pulls through!
Sorry for the long post, I'm just feeling so sad and guilty they would be 6 months tomorrow