hannahmxo
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Hello everyone, my name is Hannah and I'm 19, and I lost my beloved piggy Piper five days ago.
I'm really really struggling with it so I looked up some guinea pig forums because I'm trying to see if there's anyone I can bond with who may understand what I'm going through.
Piper was 4 and he randomly stopped eating and appeared a little less active, so my mom and I took him to the vet. He was put on antibiotics and critical care food to get him to start eating again. The vet seemed positive; it really seemed like he was going to make it. She even told me that his tummy seemed really okay and he was letting her feel him so it didn't seem like he was in pain there. She just emphasized how important it was to get him eating again or else it may be too late and I fully understood so I made it a priority. Right when we got home, he took his antibiotic and he ate his critical care food. He drank a lot of water, too.
I work a part time job at night so I went to work that night while my mom observed him and held him for a while and immediately when I got home, I gave him more food and he seemed to take it really well, even better than the first time - he seemed like he actually really was happy to be eating again. He drank so much water too. I sat with him on my lap for a few minutes, speaking to him softly and just making sure he seemed okay, then gave him his second dose of his antibiotic. He again took it really well. However, when I placed him back in his cage, he suddenly seemed weak; like he could barely even sit up, and it broke my heart. Not even half an hour later, his breathing had stopped.
I feel so lost without him. I can't stop fixating on every little thing. I just hope I did everything right. My mom thinks it may have been a reaction to his antibiotic and that there's no way I would've known and I was only trying to do everything right. I can't stop fixating on the fact that he passed alone in his cage. I should've held him for a little while because part of me knew he probably wouldn't make it through much longer but I couldn't bear it. If he died in my arms, I feel like that would've destroyed me, but I know he probably needed my comfort then. But I didn't hear any crying so I'm hoping it was really quick and didn't hurt him.
I'm still going to work but my life just feels so dim. It's been the longest few days of my life. I don't really answer my phone and I don't really talk to anyone because I just feel so alone. I usually watch movies when I'm sad, but Piper and I always did that together. It just feels like it's going to be so long before I feel like myself again. If anyone has some comforting words it'd mean the world to me
Piper was 4 and he randomly stopped eating and appeared a little less active, so my mom and I took him to the vet. He was put on antibiotics and critical care food to get him to start eating again. The vet seemed positive; it really seemed like he was going to make it. She even told me that his tummy seemed really okay and he was letting her feel him so it didn't seem like he was in pain there. She just emphasized how important it was to get him eating again or else it may be too late and I fully understood so I made it a priority. Right when we got home, he took his antibiotic and he ate his critical care food. He drank a lot of water, too.
I work a part time job at night so I went to work that night while my mom observed him and held him for a while and immediately when I got home, I gave him more food and he seemed to take it really well, even better than the first time - he seemed like he actually really was happy to be eating again. He drank so much water too. I sat with him on my lap for a few minutes, speaking to him softly and just making sure he seemed okay, then gave him his second dose of his antibiotic. He again took it really well. However, when I placed him back in his cage, he suddenly seemed weak; like he could barely even sit up, and it broke my heart. Not even half an hour later, his breathing had stopped.
I feel so lost without him. I can't stop fixating on every little thing. I just hope I did everything right. My mom thinks it may have been a reaction to his antibiotic and that there's no way I would've known and I was only trying to do everything right. I can't stop fixating on the fact that he passed alone in his cage. I should've held him for a little while because part of me knew he probably wouldn't make it through much longer but I couldn't bear it. If he died in my arms, I feel like that would've destroyed me, but I know he probably needed my comfort then. But I didn't hear any crying so I'm hoping it was really quick and didn't hurt him.
I'm still going to work but my life just feels so dim. It's been the longest few days of my life. I don't really answer my phone and I don't really talk to anyone because I just feel so alone. I usually watch movies when I'm sad, but Piper and I always did that together. It just feels like it's going to be so long before I feel like myself again. If anyone has some comforting words it'd mean the world to me



