LunaticPoodle
Junior Guinea Pig
So, the bladder problems saga didn't have a happy ending I'm afraid. Barely a month and a half after his emergency surgery he developed two more stones. He was ok-ish nevertheless, playful, curious as ever, took his meds diligently and ate and drank well. He even got used to being picked up and asked for cuddles, sometimes even took naps with me on the sofa on the fluffy blanket, purring with his eyes shut and his ear twitching, snug as a bug. Couldn't stop looking at the cuteness.
He had lost quite a bit of weight though, I kept it stable with Critical Care but he never gained it back. His kidneys were surprisingly fine, and he perked up a bit after some fluid therapy, but then last week he had another bad flare-up, and thursday when I came back from work my husband said he had been crying loudly again. The night was bad, it looked like a stone was stuck in his urethra again. He pushed and pushed but couldn't wee more than a little at a time, so I knew I had to make a decision. Unfortunately the exotic vet clinic had already closed, and the ER wouldn't do anything to him, so I made him as comfortable as possible trying to get to the morning. The earliest a good vet could see him was 11.30, but by 8am he looked already miserable and was refusing food, and his bladder was hard as a rock.
So I warned my husband and let him say goodbye, and took Geezer to the ER. I decided he had been through enough, and another surgery so soon (and the vet said she had never operated on a guinea pig before) was just too much for my little guy. So we helped him over the Rainbow Bridge. I held him and sang his favourite songs until his little heart stopped, and mine absolutely shattered. He was only 2 and a half years old and he has been so brave. No matter what we did, the stones came back. His buddies are still a bit shaken, they've been all strangely clingy, but slowly adjusting.
Didn't expect it would be so soon.
Goodnight little guy, no more pain now. You are so loved.
He had lost quite a bit of weight though, I kept it stable with Critical Care but he never gained it back. His kidneys were surprisingly fine, and he perked up a bit after some fluid therapy, but then last week he had another bad flare-up, and thursday when I came back from work my husband said he had been crying loudly again. The night was bad, it looked like a stone was stuck in his urethra again. He pushed and pushed but couldn't wee more than a little at a time, so I knew I had to make a decision. Unfortunately the exotic vet clinic had already closed, and the ER wouldn't do anything to him, so I made him as comfortable as possible trying to get to the morning. The earliest a good vet could see him was 11.30, but by 8am he looked already miserable and was refusing food, and his bladder was hard as a rock.
So I warned my husband and let him say goodbye, and took Geezer to the ER. I decided he had been through enough, and another surgery so soon (and the vet said she had never operated on a guinea pig before) was just too much for my little guy. So we helped him over the Rainbow Bridge. I held him and sang his favourite songs until his little heart stopped, and mine absolutely shattered. He was only 2 and a half years old and he has been so brave. No matter what we did, the stones came back. His buddies are still a bit shaken, they've been all strangely clingy, but slowly adjusting.
Didn't expect it would be so soon.
Goodnight little guy, no more pain now. You are so loved.
but you made the right decision for him and ended his suffering (((hugs))) it’s clear how much he was loved. Sleep tight Geezer x
