Lucy1991
Junior Guinea Pig
Hi everyone.. I’m really struggling to come
To terms with the loss of my boy, Leroy.
This is a very long post.. but I feel like I need to get all my feelings out and I hope someone can read it.
So I got Leroy around 2 years ago. I was with my friend on pets at home while she was getting hamster food.
I saw this lovely little piggy.. he was alone.. I straight away asked about his situation as I know it’s not good for them to be alone . The staff member (who had guinea pigs) said to me.. he was brought in around 6 months ago by his previous owners due to depression from losing his cage mate. He was previously kept outside with his little buddy in what the staff member described as cat sized carry case
aparently after his friend passed, he was outside alone for 6 months. No wonder the poor boy was depressed. She went on to tell me that he was very underweight and had lots of skin issues due to his poor environment and he was in the vet section recovering for 4 months… she then said he’d been on “display” for over 2 months as he was old (3) and not neutered. She said “Noones been interested” My heart absolutely melted..
I have adhd and I’m extremely impulsive.. and I LOVE animals so obviously I adopted him and took him home. I knew absolutely nothing about guinea pigs and the care they needed… but I knew I wasn’t going to let that little angel stay there a second longer!
I asked the lady what I need.. she showed me all the essentials and I got the lot.
When we got home I was riddled with anxiety and emotions…
Like.. can I do this? What can he eat ? Will
I make him happy? Was this a stupid idea? Etc.
I settled him into his cage..( the biggest one in pets at home) which was probably about 4-5 square ft.
Immediately I started my research .. I was unprepared but I had so much love in my heart for this poor abandoned boy I knew nothing was going to stop me from making sure I gave him the best life possible!
I researched about diet, behaviours, likes and dislikes etc.. over the next few months we started building a bond. The lady In Pets at home described him as snappy and grumpy.. (i think we all would be if we had been him) however I didn’t get that from him.. I made sure I slowly introduced myself to him and worked hard to make him feel safe and start to trust me. He was still a bit weary but I don’t blame him.
I contacted a few boar dating places.. as I didn’t want to get him neutered as I was scared it might go wrong. ( I’m a very anxious person). Weeks/ months had passed and I had no luck.
I registered him with my local vet and took him for a health check and a nail trim. I spoke to the wonderful nurse who had a lot of experience with guinea pigs.. I ended up crying in there because I was so scared I couldn’t give him the life he deserved and how I’m struggling to find him a friend etc Of course she completely understood. She had a little cuddle with Leroy and she said he’s one of the most content piggies she’s ever seen
and that he would adore the company of a friend.. but all things considered he was quite a happy boy.. I told her everything I was doing to take care of him and she told me I was doing a brilliant job- this definately built my confidence.
Skip to another few months in.. Leroy is in a 2x5 c and c cage,, he has evening roam of the living room.. he popcorns.. gives me kisses.. and has become so brave. I was so proud of how he was doing. We had an evening routine of my putting his favourite veggies on my chest and he would run up to eat them and snuggle under my chin
. I would cancel plans with friends to chill with Leroy. He was my whole world. He was the king of the house and he definately knew it.
Then about 6 months ago he seemed unwell.. ( he had a couple of URIs before and I’m always aware of any changes in behaviour and take him straight to the vets… I dread to think how many times I’ve taken him and there’s been nothing wrong.. but better to be safe than sorry) anyways at this appointment the vet suspected heart failure. He had X-rays and oxygen and furosemide. I really thought I was going to lose him and the pain I felt was unreal. Fortunately he managed to do really well on the libeo and he was doing great.
Sadly about 10 days ago he was showing discomfort.. I checked him and noticed he has a large impaction. I cleared him out and after he was doing fine.. a couple of days later he seemed lethargic and was off his favourite snacks. The next day i noticed some wheezing.. mainly when I went near him.. probably as he was feeling vulnerable and thought I was going to pick him up again and clean his bum ..
I took him to the vets and the vet was very concerned. He was given a furosemide injection, oxygen, painkiller, gut stimulant and antibiotics. They kept him in for a few hours and I was an absolute mess as you can all imagine. However they called me and said he’s looking a lot brighter and that I could pick him up. They sent me home with baytril,metacam,emeprid.
The next few days were amazing and I’ll always treasure them. He was waddling around (he also had arthritis in his front leg) chutting,, purring, coming up to me and my partner for fuss and even did a few popcorns.. not as dramatic in his senior condition bless him.. but still a beautiful little jump.
Come bank holiday Monday he had slowed down again. Didn’t want his food.. was even more upset with me for syringing his meds…. He was going back down hill.
We took him to the emergency vets who could hear fluid or crackling on his lungs. He have him a furosemide injection.
We took Leroy home and he was just so sleepy. I knew I was just keeping him comfortable and then end was near. My heart was breaking.. I tried to syringe feed him a bit but he wouldn’t really swallow it.. thankfully I managed to get some metacam in.. he stayed on the sofa with me wrapped in blankets. And then he became a bit fussy. He wanted to go back in his house. He lay gently outside of his hidey.. he looked calm… his bpm was around 60 .. he looked comfortable… but he didn’t look right.. it’s hard to explain.
I went to bed about midnight and said goodnight to him.. straight away after that he ran into his hidey bed. I checked on him at around 3.30.. he was in his bed.. breathing was stable. He wasn’t fully relaxed I could tell.. but he was warm. I let him rest as something was telling me not to disturb him.
I went in to him around 7 am.. he was just outside of his bed in his comfy sprawled position and I thought he was asleep…. I then realised that he had passed away.. I’ve never cried like it. He looked so peaceful and warm but it was just so heart breaking. I kept thinking should I have syringe fed him? Did he suffer? I should have been in there with him etc.
I just held him close for a while.. I was so heartbroken. Me and Leroy had been through such a journey together. And built and amazing bond. I spent so much time with him and he always cheered me up after a long day. Seeing my happy sassy boy so still was so sad.
Thanks to the forum and my research it seems that he went peacefully.. I did the right thing by not trying to syringe feed him in the night.. and that as he was in his sleeping position it was likely that he gently passed. I just can’t get the image of that morning out of my head.
I just miss him so much.. the living room feels empty.. the house doesn’t feel the same. I keep sniffing his bed blanket because it smells just like him.
We only had 2 years together. But the bond we had was incredible and I’m so glad that I was in the pet shop that day . I just hope that in his last moments he knew he was safe and loved. It was hard because he was very timid around me after having to syringe him medications.
My heart is truely aching. I’ve had pets as a child and it’s always been so sad when they go.. but this is different. Leroy was fully in my care.. he really was my baby. And the way both of our confidences grew together was so special.
I’ll never forget him.. and always be greatful for the time we had together. I just feel so sad and empty.
I’m so sorry that it’s such a long post but i wanted to do my best to paint the picture. I have friends that I can talk to.. but of course in this forum I know I will be understood. I would love to hear everyone’s stories of their lovely piggies and how you all try and cope with the grief.
Leroy will forever be in my heart
To terms with the loss of my boy, Leroy.
This is a very long post.. but I feel like I need to get all my feelings out and I hope someone can read it.
So I got Leroy around 2 years ago. I was with my friend on pets at home while she was getting hamster food.
I saw this lovely little piggy.. he was alone.. I straight away asked about his situation as I know it’s not good for them to be alone . The staff member (who had guinea pigs) said to me.. he was brought in around 6 months ago by his previous owners due to depression from losing his cage mate. He was previously kept outside with his little buddy in what the staff member described as cat sized carry case
I have adhd and I’m extremely impulsive.. and I LOVE animals so obviously I adopted him and took him home. I knew absolutely nothing about guinea pigs and the care they needed… but I knew I wasn’t going to let that little angel stay there a second longer!
I asked the lady what I need.. she showed me all the essentials and I got the lot.
When we got home I was riddled with anxiety and emotions…
Like.. can I do this? What can he eat ? Will
I make him happy? Was this a stupid idea? Etc.
I settled him into his cage..( the biggest one in pets at home) which was probably about 4-5 square ft.
Immediately I started my research .. I was unprepared but I had so much love in my heart for this poor abandoned boy I knew nothing was going to stop me from making sure I gave him the best life possible!
I researched about diet, behaviours, likes and dislikes etc.. over the next few months we started building a bond. The lady In Pets at home described him as snappy and grumpy.. (i think we all would be if we had been him) however I didn’t get that from him.. I made sure I slowly introduced myself to him and worked hard to make him feel safe and start to trust me. He was still a bit weary but I don’t blame him.
I contacted a few boar dating places.. as I didn’t want to get him neutered as I was scared it might go wrong. ( I’m a very anxious person). Weeks/ months had passed and I had no luck.
I registered him with my local vet and took him for a health check and a nail trim. I spoke to the wonderful nurse who had a lot of experience with guinea pigs.. I ended up crying in there because I was so scared I couldn’t give him the life he deserved and how I’m struggling to find him a friend etc Of course she completely understood. She had a little cuddle with Leroy and she said he’s one of the most content piggies she’s ever seen
Skip to another few months in.. Leroy is in a 2x5 c and c cage,, he has evening roam of the living room.. he popcorns.. gives me kisses.. and has become so brave. I was so proud of how he was doing. We had an evening routine of my putting his favourite veggies on my chest and he would run up to eat them and snuggle under my chin
Then about 6 months ago he seemed unwell.. ( he had a couple of URIs before and I’m always aware of any changes in behaviour and take him straight to the vets… I dread to think how many times I’ve taken him and there’s been nothing wrong.. but better to be safe than sorry) anyways at this appointment the vet suspected heart failure. He had X-rays and oxygen and furosemide. I really thought I was going to lose him and the pain I felt was unreal. Fortunately he managed to do really well on the libeo and he was doing great.
Sadly about 10 days ago he was showing discomfort.. I checked him and noticed he has a large impaction. I cleared him out and after he was doing fine.. a couple of days later he seemed lethargic and was off his favourite snacks. The next day i noticed some wheezing.. mainly when I went near him.. probably as he was feeling vulnerable and thought I was going to pick him up again and clean his bum ..
I took him to the vets and the vet was very concerned. He was given a furosemide injection, oxygen, painkiller, gut stimulant and antibiotics. They kept him in for a few hours and I was an absolute mess as you can all imagine. However they called me and said he’s looking a lot brighter and that I could pick him up. They sent me home with baytril,metacam,emeprid.
The next few days were amazing and I’ll always treasure them. He was waddling around (he also had arthritis in his front leg) chutting,, purring, coming up to me and my partner for fuss and even did a few popcorns.. not as dramatic in his senior condition bless him.. but still a beautiful little jump.
Come bank holiday Monday he had slowed down again. Didn’t want his food.. was even more upset with me for syringing his meds…. He was going back down hill.
We took him to the emergency vets who could hear fluid or crackling on his lungs. He have him a furosemide injection.
We took Leroy home and he was just so sleepy. I knew I was just keeping him comfortable and then end was near. My heart was breaking.. I tried to syringe feed him a bit but he wouldn’t really swallow it.. thankfully I managed to get some metacam in.. he stayed on the sofa with me wrapped in blankets. And then he became a bit fussy. He wanted to go back in his house. He lay gently outside of his hidey.. he looked calm… his bpm was around 60 .. he looked comfortable… but he didn’t look right.. it’s hard to explain.
I went to bed about midnight and said goodnight to him.. straight away after that he ran into his hidey bed. I checked on him at around 3.30.. he was in his bed.. breathing was stable. He wasn’t fully relaxed I could tell.. but he was warm. I let him rest as something was telling me not to disturb him.
I went in to him around 7 am.. he was just outside of his bed in his comfy sprawled position and I thought he was asleep…. I then realised that he had passed away.. I’ve never cried like it. He looked so peaceful and warm but it was just so heart breaking. I kept thinking should I have syringe fed him? Did he suffer? I should have been in there with him etc.
I just held him close for a while.. I was so heartbroken. Me and Leroy had been through such a journey together. And built and amazing bond. I spent so much time with him and he always cheered me up after a long day. Seeing my happy sassy boy so still was so sad.
Thanks to the forum and my research it seems that he went peacefully.. I did the right thing by not trying to syringe feed him in the night.. and that as he was in his sleeping position it was likely that he gently passed. I just can’t get the image of that morning out of my head.
I just miss him so much.. the living room feels empty.. the house doesn’t feel the same. I keep sniffing his bed blanket because it smells just like him.
We only had 2 years together. But the bond we had was incredible and I’m so glad that I was in the pet shop that day . I just hope that in his last moments he knew he was safe and loved. It was hard because he was very timid around me after having to syringe him medications.
My heart is truely aching. I’ve had pets as a child and it’s always been so sad when they go.. but this is different. Leroy was fully in my care.. he really was my baby. And the way both of our confidences grew together was so special.
I’ll never forget him.. and always be greatful for the time we had together. I just feel so sad and empty.
I’m so sorry that it’s such a long post but i wanted to do my best to paint the picture. I have friends that I can talk to.. but of course in this forum I know I will be understood. I would love to hear everyone’s stories of their lovely piggies and how you all try and cope with the grief.
Leroy will forever be in my heart