Pigalig
Junior Guinea Pig
Tim spent his first year of his life living on his own in a shed, with sheets of newspaper as bedding and little hay, with a family with 3 lively kids and 3 dogs. Typically, he was a birthday present to the youngest, who soon left the maintainence work to the parents after the novelty had worn off. The mother asked me if I would take him, to which I grabbed the chance.
After keeping my two old boys company until they passed away, I got Tim a piglet friend, which worked well, until Dylan the piglet gained testosterone and started to beat him up at whatever chance he had. For the rest of his life, poor old Tim had to make conversation to him through chicken wire.
"Mum, I think I'm too big for this tunnel..."
A couple of days ago, as a few of you know who responded to my thread, I noticed not only had he put on 100grams, but his stomach was not resembling a jelly as much as it used to and was very tight. I was worried it was bloat, or something similar, so took him to the vets.
After a bit of prodding and an x-ray, it was established there was a lump in his abdomen, pushing his organs around, so an operation was needed to see what it was.
During the op, the vet called me to say the lump was a tumour the size of a tennis ball. The organs were attached to it and even if it was removed, there would no doubt be repercussions. I gave the go ahead for him to be put to sleep whilst he was already under for the op - I had guessed it wasn't going to be good news so had my special cuddles with him the morning before he went in.
At 3 and a half years old, it saddens me most that he could have had many happy years more; squeaking at me to chop the veg faster, and galloping up the stairs in the house, to then remember he couldn't do stairs downwards, so resorting to running side to side along the same stair instead.
R.I.P my favourite buddy. No piggie can replace you. You were so chilled out about everything, even when you couldn't walk because you ate moss which poisoned you, and when you had a cyst on your back removed not so long ago. I think it's fair to say you've been through a lot. I'm going to really miss you.
The op scar to his previous cyst removal. Poor Pig.
My handsome boy
After keeping my two old boys company until they passed away, I got Tim a piglet friend, which worked well, until Dylan the piglet gained testosterone and started to beat him up at whatever chance he had. For the rest of his life, poor old Tim had to make conversation to him through chicken wire.
"Mum, I think I'm too big for this tunnel..."
A couple of days ago, as a few of you know who responded to my thread, I noticed not only had he put on 100grams, but his stomach was not resembling a jelly as much as it used to and was very tight. I was worried it was bloat, or something similar, so took him to the vets.
After a bit of prodding and an x-ray, it was established there was a lump in his abdomen, pushing his organs around, so an operation was needed to see what it was.
During the op, the vet called me to say the lump was a tumour the size of a tennis ball. The organs were attached to it and even if it was removed, there would no doubt be repercussions. I gave the go ahead for him to be put to sleep whilst he was already under for the op - I had guessed it wasn't going to be good news so had my special cuddles with him the morning before he went in.
At 3 and a half years old, it saddens me most that he could have had many happy years more; squeaking at me to chop the veg faster, and galloping up the stairs in the house, to then remember he couldn't do stairs downwards, so resorting to running side to side along the same stair instead.
R.I.P my favourite buddy. No piggie can replace you. You were so chilled out about everything, even when you couldn't walk because you ate moss which poisoned you, and when you had a cyst on your back removed not so long ago. I think it's fair to say you've been through a lot. I'm going to really miss you.
The op scar to his previous cyst removal. Poor Pig.
My handsome boy
Sleep peacefully little Tim xx
You were very brave & made the right decision & he would have had a wonderful life free from suffering. 
