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Junior Guinea Pig
I’m absolutely devastated and heartbroken to post this but so many of you have helped me with advice that I wanted to post an update.
My gorgeous little fighter, Fudge, passed away on Tuesday morning.
In March of this year the vets did an x Ray and trimmed his back molars & they found that his jaw had fused together possibly caused by Osteodystrophy (Satins disease). On that phone call, they suggested the best treatment would be to put him to sleep as they predicted he wouldn’t live much longer.
Myself and my family decided that fudge deserved a fighting chance & we would do everything we could to ensure he would continue to have a happy life even if it meant painkillers and syringe feeding every day.
Fudge proved us all wrong and showed us that he was determined to keep fighting the pain & stay with us. He was syringe fed every 3-4 hours every single day & never refused his food, in fact he used to sing for feeds! Not to mention he also had monthly teeth trims to file down his front teeth, he put up with a lot!
Jaffa (fudges companion) passed away in July this year. We thought this would have a huge impact on the little man however in true fashion, fudge showed us we had nothing to worry about. He continued to take his syringe feed happily, would do little loops & popcorn around the sitting room floor & would sit and chat away to us when he was sat on the sofa.
A few weeks back the little man seemed to be struggling to grasp the syringe when feeding so we asked the vets to check his back teeth. They said they looked very long and they’d need to be clipped otherwise they’d cause bother.
On Monday 15th November he went under anaesthetic to have his back molars clipped. We were all worried sick he wouldn’t pull through with being sedated. I received a phone call to say he was awake and lively & ready to come home. Words cannot express how proud we all were of him, we genuinely didn’t think he’d make it.
Once he arrived home he was eager to be fed and was full of life & he had lots of cuddles and fuss.
We went to bed feeling relieved he was okay & we’re just so thankful he was happy and lively after being put under anaesthetic.
I woke up at 12:30am to go downstairs and my little man was struggling. I won’t go into detail as it breaks my heart to even think about it but at the time I knew he was ready to cross the rainbow bridge.
Myself, my mum and my partner all sat around him and talked to him whilst he was laying down on his favourite pillow (his foot warmer). We gave him so much love and told him how special he was & that we’d never forget just how strong he was for a little animal. He passed peacefully at 1:30am.
I’m in bits, my little man has been the main focus of life these past months since he became ill. I look for his feeding syringes & still call his name when walking round the house assuming he’ll chat back to me, but there’s just silence.
The house feels empty without his cage & my heart breaks when I’m sitting on the sofa at night. I used to have him snuggled in on my chest or in his little basket beside me, now there’s just an empty space.
My beautiful boy, amazing little fighter and chirpy little man, you’ll be sorely missed and no one will ever forget you. We all love you so so much & will continue to talk about you and just how incredible you were. Rest peacefully and be free with Jaffa over the rainbow bridge.
Goodnight little man, we love you x
My gorgeous little fighter, Fudge, passed away on Tuesday morning.
In March of this year the vets did an x Ray and trimmed his back molars & they found that his jaw had fused together possibly caused by Osteodystrophy (Satins disease). On that phone call, they suggested the best treatment would be to put him to sleep as they predicted he wouldn’t live much longer.
Myself and my family decided that fudge deserved a fighting chance & we would do everything we could to ensure he would continue to have a happy life even if it meant painkillers and syringe feeding every day.
Fudge proved us all wrong and showed us that he was determined to keep fighting the pain & stay with us. He was syringe fed every 3-4 hours every single day & never refused his food, in fact he used to sing for feeds! Not to mention he also had monthly teeth trims to file down his front teeth, he put up with a lot!
Jaffa (fudges companion) passed away in July this year. We thought this would have a huge impact on the little man however in true fashion, fudge showed us we had nothing to worry about. He continued to take his syringe feed happily, would do little loops & popcorn around the sitting room floor & would sit and chat away to us when he was sat on the sofa.
A few weeks back the little man seemed to be struggling to grasp the syringe when feeding so we asked the vets to check his back teeth. They said they looked very long and they’d need to be clipped otherwise they’d cause bother.
On Monday 15th November he went under anaesthetic to have his back molars clipped. We were all worried sick he wouldn’t pull through with being sedated. I received a phone call to say he was awake and lively & ready to come home. Words cannot express how proud we all were of him, we genuinely didn’t think he’d make it.
Once he arrived home he was eager to be fed and was full of life & he had lots of cuddles and fuss.
We went to bed feeling relieved he was okay & we’re just so thankful he was happy and lively after being put under anaesthetic.
I woke up at 12:30am to go downstairs and my little man was struggling. I won’t go into detail as it breaks my heart to even think about it but at the time I knew he was ready to cross the rainbow bridge.
Myself, my mum and my partner all sat around him and talked to him whilst he was laying down on his favourite pillow (his foot warmer). We gave him so much love and told him how special he was & that we’d never forget just how strong he was for a little animal. He passed peacefully at 1:30am.
I’m in bits, my little man has been the main focus of life these past months since he became ill. I look for his feeding syringes & still call his name when walking round the house assuming he’ll chat back to me, but there’s just silence.
The house feels empty without his cage & my heart breaks when I’m sitting on the sofa at night. I used to have him snuggled in on my chest or in his little basket beside me, now there’s just an empty space.
My beautiful boy, amazing little fighter and chirpy little man, you’ll be sorely missed and no one will ever forget you. We all love you so so much & will continue to talk about you and just how incredible you were. Rest peacefully and be free with Jaffa over the rainbow bridge.
Goodnight little man, we love you x
he was so very lucky to have you 
