Tabybim
Junior Guinea Pig
over 2 years ago I lost my 2 year old baby , Harry , this is the first time I've really been able to talk about it even though quite a bit of time has passed. His ashes are still in my mums room cos I still can't bear to look at them. Harry was a very special pig, I got him after my first pig , a lethal white called, Patrick died at 4 yrs old and I never thought I'd love another pig the way I loved pat . When I saw Harry I fell in love with him instantly , he was the largest and gingerest of 4 or 5 babies and my sisters thought I was mad for choosing him when there were so many other tinier , cuter pigs there . I only had eyes for him to me he couldn't have been more perfect. He was very timid and sensitive when I first got him home and liked to sleep in the sleeve of a fleece top or wrapped tightly in a blanket, but we bonded quickly . He loved nothing more than cuddles and sleeping ( often upside down) in one of his blankets , he never ran when I went to pick him up and he purred at practicly everything , from the phone ringing, a knock on the door or if someone laughed. I can honestly say he was the perfect pig ! Gentle , loving but a bit clingy , he'd only cuddle with me or my mum, once when my sister was holding him I walked past and he just made a leap for me , luckily I had quick reflexes and caught him which incited much purring and snuggling from him. I always knew he was a bit different to other pigs , more fragile . He was blind and partially deaf and I worried about him a lot . He was with me all the time ! One weekend I noticed his breathing sounded a bit funny , nothing really noticeable , but because I spent so much time with him I could pick up on the slightest change. My brother thought I was being too over protective and said it was nothing. I knew different . Next day he went to the vets who also said he was fine just a bit over weight , but my mind wasn't put at rest something still felt wrong . That night I bearly slept , constantly getting up to check on him( I keep my pigs in my bedroom). His breathing was still odd but he was eating , drinking and sleeping so I went back to bed , something I'll always regret. When I woke next morning I looked straight into his cage from my bed I could see something was wrong , he looked strange , and he wasn't settled . I jumped out of bed and took him out of his cage . He couldn't breathe . He was gasping and I didn't know what to do . I've never felt so helpless and so guilty . I was hysterical by the time my mum and sister came into my room so they rushed him to the vet while I waited at home . It felt like they were gone forever. When they got back they said the vet had put Harry on oxygen and thought he'd be okay , I let myself have hope! But a few minutes later the phone rang it was the vet who was in tears , she said Harry had been without oxygen too long and was brain dead I had to decide there and then without ever seeing my boy again to have him put to sleep. I'll never get over losing Harry and I'll always feel guilty because he trusted me and I let him down. Sorry this post is so long , but I felt it was time to tell Harry's story however difficult , he deserves that much!
