Amy Martin
New Born Pup
This morning I had to make the most difficult decision I had ever faced - agreeing to euthanasia for the first time.
For all of his 3 years with me, my Fluffy had been the most excitable, energetic and happy Guinea Pig I could have wished for. It breaks my heart writing this now, knowing I will never again hear him squeaking for more cucumber and never see him standing upright against the cage bars to beg for (yet more!) food.
He had been on a downhill spiral for a few days, hunching himself up, refusing food and water (even baby food from a syringe) and in general being a mere shadow of his former character, unresponsive to both antibiotics and anti-inflammatories that the vets gave him.
For the third day in a row, I returned to the vet with him this morning, where it seemed his condition had worsened and an even lower body temperature meant he was slowly shutting down. As much as I wanted as much time as possible with him, I decided to give him a helping hand to end his suffering and get to Rainbow Bridge. At 9.50am, after a heartbreaking cuddle and a never long enough goodbye, I left the vets and have not stopped crying since. I could never have imagined his death hitting me this hard but it is comfort to me knowing that he is free now. I just hope I did the right thing for him.
I am sad for his cage-mate Nibbler who is now all alone and has been searching for Fluffy. I wonder what is best for him now, whether he needs company or will be okay on his own... I guess only time will tell.
I will finish by saying a massive thank you to Fluffy for making my world a little brighter and that I will love him and miss him always.
For all of his 3 years with me, my Fluffy had been the most excitable, energetic and happy Guinea Pig I could have wished for. It breaks my heart writing this now, knowing I will never again hear him squeaking for more cucumber and never see him standing upright against the cage bars to beg for (yet more!) food.
He had been on a downhill spiral for a few days, hunching himself up, refusing food and water (even baby food from a syringe) and in general being a mere shadow of his former character, unresponsive to both antibiotics and anti-inflammatories that the vets gave him.
For the third day in a row, I returned to the vet with him this morning, where it seemed his condition had worsened and an even lower body temperature meant he was slowly shutting down. As much as I wanted as much time as possible with him, I decided to give him a helping hand to end his suffering and get to Rainbow Bridge. At 9.50am, after a heartbreaking cuddle and a never long enough goodbye, I left the vets and have not stopped crying since. I could never have imagined his death hitting me this hard but it is comfort to me knowing that he is free now. I just hope I did the right thing for him.
I am sad for his cage-mate Nibbler who is now all alone and has been searching for Fluffy. I wonder what is best for him now, whether he needs company or will be okay on his own... I guess only time will tell.
I will finish by saying a massive thank you to Fluffy for making my world a little brighter and that I will love him and miss him always.
rest peacefully my love x
RIP little one