It's been almost 8 months since my guinea pig passed away. I used to think I had healed from that, but today, my other guinea pig got hurt. And it all came flooding back. The guilt and sadness. In our country, very few vets are experienced in treating guinea pigs, and NO ONE near our area.
So my mother consulted a family friend who's a vet, and we used to follow his medical advice. When my guinea pig died of abdominal distension, my mother and I scoured the net day and night. The day before his death, on the advice of our "family friend" we gave him an injection. He wouldn't eat, drink or move. We still hoped he would recover. But then in the middle of the night, I was woken up by me mother, who was holding his lifeless body. He died without use. We couldn't be with him. After all that research, we realized that all the meds that we were prescribed to use, were actually DETRIMENTAL for my guinea pig. The injection didn't do anything, it was even worse for him. Even now, I feel anxious when going to sleep. If I see my pets lying down, without moving, I panic.
Was it my carelessness that Koko died? Did my mother and I not care enough? Did we drive him to his deathbed? Was he in pain? Did he feel alone? I can't get over it. My mother is much calmer nowadays, but I'm scared everyday.
So my mother consulted a family friend who's a vet, and we used to follow his medical advice. When my guinea pig died of abdominal distension, my mother and I scoured the net day and night. The day before his death, on the advice of our "family friend" we gave him an injection. He wouldn't eat, drink or move. We still hoped he would recover. But then in the middle of the night, I was woken up by me mother, who was holding his lifeless body. He died without use. We couldn't be with him. After all that research, we realized that all the meds that we were prescribed to use, were actually DETRIMENTAL for my guinea pig. The injection didn't do anything, it was even worse for him. Even now, I feel anxious when going to sleep. If I see my pets lying down, without moving, I panic.
Was it my carelessness that Koko died? Did my mother and I not care enough? Did we drive him to his deathbed? Was he in pain? Did he feel alone? I can't get over it. My mother is much calmer nowadays, but I'm scared everyday.