Denziebear
Junior Guinea Pig
Having guinea pigs has been so rewarding, so when my first pig King Julien (named because of his brilliant white crown) passed away I was heart broken to say the least. I spent a lot of time with my piggies, as they lived in my work room so I knew their little habits inside out.
I first noticed he went of his food, which was very unlike him as he was always first to be waiting at his cage bars when he heard the fridge door go! But all he did was sit in the corner of his cage, fur puffed up and avoided his cage mate Jonah. So off to the vets he went...He gave him a few injections and medicine to feed him. After a week he still hadn't improved, I had trawled the internet looking for answers so I took him back to the vets. He advised me just keep and eye on him, feed him and give him plenty of hay. The next day he took a turn for the worse. He was crying and very confused...it just breaks my heart writing this down
My partner and eye held him in him blanket on the sofa for the next few hours. I felt totally helpless to ease his pain and I knew deep down this was the end. At 1:30am he started to convulse for and then he passed away in my partners arms...we both just with him for a long while before wrapping him in his favourite blanky. We buried him with his favourite food, cucumber for his journey to rainbow bridge...
The other pigs knew something was a miss and wouldn't settle all night. Poor Jonah just kept rutting around the cage looking for him and became really sad. He wouldn't let me hold him go near him for awhile. I couldn't stand seeing him like this so we looked into how to help derived pigs. After two weeks, I felt like I needed more time to get a new cage mate for him because I felt guilty, seemed liked replacing him. But I knew it was for the best. So we got Frank. Tiny little Frank, a ginger bundle of flur!
He stood out from the others because he came straight to me. We kept Frank in a cage next to Jonah for awhile and supervised introductions and they hit it off right away. Jonah adopted the role of big brother pig and they snuggled up and pop corned around like they had been best friends all their lives! It was so nice to see Jonah back to his old self again.
A year or so later Jonah got sick with diarrhoea and this time I knew what to do. Off to the vets right away for medicine. My vet was brilliant free clinic and very reasonable prices! Unlike the chain of vets I went to previously. Even though money is nothing when you have a sick pet. For a whole week I nursed him. And he was soon back to his old self nooming like there was no tomorrow. The only problem now was that he and Frank were bickering on all the time and started to rumble, bum wobble and then lunging at each other so before fur flew and wounds happened I decided it was best to keep them in cages next to each other. I had to separate my first two pigs Julien and Denzie as they had a messy fight one day when I was out. No way was I putting them through that.
Last year Jonah got sick literally over night! I checked on him on the morning and he wasn't moving he was dribbling and glazy eyed. The signs pointed to heat stroke but the weather wasn't even warm. He was fine and had been the night before...he died shortly after going to the vets. I didn't want to believe the vet when he told me he was dying. He passed away in the afternoon and I buried him next to his old cage mate in my garden. One month later whilst I was at working my partner called and told me my bubbly little fella Frank had died...I was no good. The poor little thing has passed in his sleep. He is also buried next to my other two fellas.
This is the first time I have ever wrote about the passing of my little fellas and it is nice to be able to get it out. Even though I am sad and miss them very much I know they lived good lives when they were with me. Sorry for the huge thread.
I first noticed he went of his food, which was very unlike him as he was always first to be waiting at his cage bars when he heard the fridge door go! But all he did was sit in the corner of his cage, fur puffed up and avoided his cage mate Jonah. So off to the vets he went...He gave him a few injections and medicine to feed him. After a week he still hadn't improved, I had trawled the internet looking for answers so I took him back to the vets. He advised me just keep and eye on him, feed him and give him plenty of hay. The next day he took a turn for the worse. He was crying and very confused...it just breaks my heart writing this down
My partner and eye held him in him blanket on the sofa for the next few hours. I felt totally helpless to ease his pain and I knew deep down this was the end. At 1:30am he started to convulse for and then he passed away in my partners arms...we both just with him for a long while before wrapping him in his favourite blanky. We buried him with his favourite food, cucumber for his journey to rainbow bridge...The other pigs knew something was a miss and wouldn't settle all night. Poor Jonah just kept rutting around the cage looking for him and became really sad. He wouldn't let me hold him go near him for awhile. I couldn't stand seeing him like this so we looked into how to help derived pigs. After two weeks, I felt like I needed more time to get a new cage mate for him because I felt guilty, seemed liked replacing him. But I knew it was for the best. So we got Frank. Tiny little Frank, a ginger bundle of flur!
He stood out from the others because he came straight to me. We kept Frank in a cage next to Jonah for awhile and supervised introductions and they hit it off right away. Jonah adopted the role of big brother pig and they snuggled up and pop corned around like they had been best friends all their lives! It was so nice to see Jonah back to his old self again.A year or so later Jonah got sick with diarrhoea and this time I knew what to do. Off to the vets right away for medicine. My vet was brilliant free clinic and very reasonable prices! Unlike the chain of vets I went to previously. Even though money is nothing when you have a sick pet. For a whole week I nursed him. And he was soon back to his old self nooming like there was no tomorrow. The only problem now was that he and Frank were bickering on all the time and started to rumble, bum wobble and then lunging at each other so before fur flew and wounds happened I decided it was best to keep them in cages next to each other. I had to separate my first two pigs Julien and Denzie as they had a messy fight one day when I was out. No way was I putting them through that.
Last year Jonah got sick literally over night! I checked on him on the morning and he wasn't moving he was dribbling and glazy eyed. The signs pointed to heat stroke but the weather wasn't even warm. He was fine and had been the night before...he died shortly after going to the vets. I didn't want to believe the vet when he told me he was dying. He passed away in the afternoon and I buried him next to his old cage mate in my garden. One month later whilst I was at working my partner called and told me my bubbly little fella Frank had died...I was no good. The poor little thing has passed in his sleep. He is also buried next to my other two fellas.
This is the first time I have ever wrote about the passing of my little fellas and it is nice to be able to get it out. Even though I am sad and miss them very much I know they lived good lives when they were with me. Sorry for the huge thread.
