Beautifulboars
Junior Guinea Pig
Hi,
I have just joined the forum as I have been struggling with the loss of my first guinea pig.
It was love at first sight with Ron when I went to a garden centre in Edinburgh for a random visit. He was in a pen with one other guinea pig and when I spoke, he came running over and was wheeking to get out. When I held him he licked my chin and we were bonded forever.
I was going through a really rough time and was very ill with depression. Having Ron stopped me from taking my own life as I knew no one would be able to look after him the way I could. He was a very sick piggie when I bought him as he had mange which meant a lot of vet trips.
We went everywhere together, to each new flat I rented, to each new city I moved to, and we settled down in Glasgow in March 2010. Prior to this I bought another guinea and called him Rufus. He moved with Ron and I as well.
Ron loved his cuddles and was a cheeky wee thing. Always squealing for food when he heard the fridge opening and strangely enough, whenever he heard me rustling a plastic supermarket carrier bag
On Tuesday, I came home from a job interview and Ron wasn't at his cage bars to greet me, he was asleep in his bed. I noticed his food had not been touched and neither had his water. Even his favourite cucumber was left. I tried to take him out and he bit me, something he had never done before. I took him to the vets where he was diagnosed with a tumour. The vet also found he was dangerously underweight and very depressed. I had noticed the cheeky glint of mischeif was not in his eyes. The vet then gave him an antiobiotic, painkillers and some fluids and told me to call them tomorrow to update them. It was at this point that I realised that if he didn't improve overnight, the phone call to the vet in the morning would be a heart wrenching decision to euthanase my beloved boy.
When I got him home, I held him in my arms for over 3 hours, crying into the scruff of his neck - he didn't move the whole time. When it was bedtime, I moved his cage into my bedroom next to my bed so I could be near him. I woke up to him making a strange choking noise at 4am and lifted him into bed with me. When he was a baby, i used to wrap him up in an old fluffy pink dressing gown, and so I did this again. He slept in my bed wrapped in thi dressing gown until 7am.
When I put him back in his cage, he seemed a lot more perky and had a nibble at his food. Within half an hour though he was back to being depressed and kept sleeping in his housie :'( I knew then what had to be done.
I took him back to the vets later that afternoon and was taken into a private consultation room. One of the nurses gave him some apple (another favourite) and he turned his nose up at it. We spent what felt like forever saying goodbye in the room but it wasn't long enough. He fell asleep with his head on my shoulder. When the nurse picked him up, his ears and nose were wet with my tears. I had cut a piece of the old dressing gown and so wrapped this around him for the nurse to take him away.
It felt like they were gone for an eternity but when she came back with him, he just looked like he was sleeping. He was so beautiful, and was my best friend. I didn't want to let him go and was immediately regretting my decision as I felt like I'd let him down.
I constantly think about how he saved me yet I couldn't save him from the tumour. I haven't slept since he died and if I do doze off, my pillow is soaked from my tears.
I still have Rufus, he's lovely and timid, and has been a rock. He was never one for long cuddles but has been sitting with me for a good hour since Ron passed and has even licked the tears from my cheeks.
I just can't seem to get over losing Ron, we went through so much together and I miss him so much.
RIP my little Ron Bean - have fun over the rainbow bridge with all the other lovely piggles, love you always xxxxxxx
I have just joined the forum as I have been struggling with the loss of my first guinea pig.
It was love at first sight with Ron when I went to a garden centre in Edinburgh for a random visit. He was in a pen with one other guinea pig and when I spoke, he came running over and was wheeking to get out. When I held him he licked my chin and we were bonded forever.
I was going through a really rough time and was very ill with depression. Having Ron stopped me from taking my own life as I knew no one would be able to look after him the way I could. He was a very sick piggie when I bought him as he had mange which meant a lot of vet trips.
We went everywhere together, to each new flat I rented, to each new city I moved to, and we settled down in Glasgow in March 2010. Prior to this I bought another guinea and called him Rufus. He moved with Ron and I as well.
Ron loved his cuddles and was a cheeky wee thing. Always squealing for food when he heard the fridge opening and strangely enough, whenever he heard me rustling a plastic supermarket carrier bag
On Tuesday, I came home from a job interview and Ron wasn't at his cage bars to greet me, he was asleep in his bed. I noticed his food had not been touched and neither had his water. Even his favourite cucumber was left. I tried to take him out and he bit me, something he had never done before. I took him to the vets where he was diagnosed with a tumour. The vet also found he was dangerously underweight and very depressed. I had noticed the cheeky glint of mischeif was not in his eyes. The vet then gave him an antiobiotic, painkillers and some fluids and told me to call them tomorrow to update them. It was at this point that I realised that if he didn't improve overnight, the phone call to the vet in the morning would be a heart wrenching decision to euthanase my beloved boy.
When I got him home, I held him in my arms for over 3 hours, crying into the scruff of his neck - he didn't move the whole time. When it was bedtime, I moved his cage into my bedroom next to my bed so I could be near him. I woke up to him making a strange choking noise at 4am and lifted him into bed with me. When he was a baby, i used to wrap him up in an old fluffy pink dressing gown, and so I did this again. He slept in my bed wrapped in thi dressing gown until 7am.
When I put him back in his cage, he seemed a lot more perky and had a nibble at his food. Within half an hour though he was back to being depressed and kept sleeping in his housie :'( I knew then what had to be done.
I took him back to the vets later that afternoon and was taken into a private consultation room. One of the nurses gave him some apple (another favourite) and he turned his nose up at it. We spent what felt like forever saying goodbye in the room but it wasn't long enough. He fell asleep with his head on my shoulder. When the nurse picked him up, his ears and nose were wet with my tears. I had cut a piece of the old dressing gown and so wrapped this around him for the nurse to take him away.
It felt like they were gone for an eternity but when she came back with him, he just looked like he was sleeping. He was so beautiful, and was my best friend. I didn't want to let him go and was immediately regretting my decision as I felt like I'd let him down.
I constantly think about how he saved me yet I couldn't save him from the tumour. I haven't slept since he died and if I do doze off, my pillow is soaked from my tears.
I still have Rufus, he's lovely and timid, and has been a rock. He was never one for long cuddles but has been sitting with me for a good hour since Ron passed and has even licked the tears from my cheeks.
I just can't seem to get over losing Ron, we went through so much together and I miss him so much.
RIP my little Ron Bean - have fun over the rainbow bridge with all the other lovely piggles, love you always xxxxxxx
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