Hannah_xx
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Oh Newton there aren’t enough words to say how lovely you were. Sweet, handsome, funny, quirky, chilled and perfect Husboar material.
I adopted Newton from a rabbit rescue in January 2021. Estimated to be around 1 year old. He had gorgeous long luscious hair and seemed a lovely boy.
He immediately got along well with Mary, Olive and Opal after they’d recently lost their last to husboars within a year or so. Newton was so excited meeting the girls, Mary (the boss) made sure he behaved, and Olive and Opal enjoyed his confidence.
He was always soooo good to the girls.
Newton was just a lovely pig. I loved his bouncy nature, the way he bounced down the cage from his hay tray was funny and cute, his hair in the wind!
After losing his main lady Mary, we was all devastated. She was a big character that was very very much missed by us all. Newton continued to look after his other two girls whom were always shy and quiet.
Unfortunately a few later we eventually lost Olive and Opal too, Newton remained positive but of course missed his girls.
I tried bonding him with a new rescue girl, which sadly didn’t work out as she was not keen at all, which ended up in a fight and Newton losing a front incisor. This is unfortunately when Newtons health issues started.
Soon later I was asked by a friend to take on Blossom, Olive and Opals sister! Blossoms health wasn’t the best and she needed a retirement home. Newton took to her immediately. She was submissive and quiet just like her sisters (they all came from a terrible place).
We cared for Blossom for a good few months before it was time to say goodbye ye to her too.
Newton continued on, living alone for the past couple of years as I decided I couldn’t keep the piggie train going forever. But he was more than content and remained bouncy, happy and relaxed. He got to talk to He to and Buttons though the bars during floor time. So he wasn’t totally alone.
Anyway, his dental issues required vet trimming and checks every six weeks for the past couple of years. He was doing great until he wasn’t. He recently (8 months ago ish) really started to decline, and losing lots of weight. No longer able to eat hay, living on critical care, metacam, pellets and whatever veg he could manage.
But Newton continued to be determined, still bouncy still wheeky and still content.
Each vet visit had me and the vet scratching our heads about how he was still coping.
But his last tooth trim he came home drooling and looking terrible. I thought I was going to loose him. But after a couple of days he was back to his normal self, despite being just 600grams now.
A few weeks passed. I weighed him. Now just 550grams. Skin and bone. I knew his time was coming. He still got excited at food time but other than that he sat around looking pretty crappy. His eyes are crusty, he sounds very slightly congested and he isn’t moving correctly on his back end
Today I let him go. It was a good morning for him, He bounced out his hay tray for his breakfast of a big bowl of pellets and critical care. He was happy.
His body condition was terrible, Me and my lovely vet agreed it should be today.
He went quickly and peacefully happily tucking into a platter of fruit.
The last of my original herd. My lovely Newton. Buried in a sunny garden bed. I will miss you forever. Goodbye buddy. Sleep well, say hello to the girls for me.
Newton with his girls:
With his last wife, Blossom:
Oscar absolutely loved Newton affectionately nicked named ‘poo poo’ (don’t ask hahah). And Newton was so sweet with him.
He’s certainly going to wonder where he has gone in the morning.
Just before he crossed the bridge today..
I adopted Newton from a rabbit rescue in January 2021. Estimated to be around 1 year old. He had gorgeous long luscious hair and seemed a lovely boy.
He immediately got along well with Mary, Olive and Opal after they’d recently lost their last to husboars within a year or so. Newton was so excited meeting the girls, Mary (the boss) made sure he behaved, and Olive and Opal enjoyed his confidence.
He was always soooo good to the girls.
Newton was just a lovely pig. I loved his bouncy nature, the way he bounced down the cage from his hay tray was funny and cute, his hair in the wind!
After losing his main lady Mary, we was all devastated. She was a big character that was very very much missed by us all. Newton continued to look after his other two girls whom were always shy and quiet.
Unfortunately a few later we eventually lost Olive and Opal too, Newton remained positive but of course missed his girls.
I tried bonding him with a new rescue girl, which sadly didn’t work out as she was not keen at all, which ended up in a fight and Newton losing a front incisor. This is unfortunately when Newtons health issues started.
Soon later I was asked by a friend to take on Blossom, Olive and Opals sister! Blossoms health wasn’t the best and she needed a retirement home. Newton took to her immediately. She was submissive and quiet just like her sisters (they all came from a terrible place).
We cared for Blossom for a good few months before it was time to say goodbye ye to her too.
Newton continued on, living alone for the past couple of years as I decided I couldn’t keep the piggie train going forever. But he was more than content and remained bouncy, happy and relaxed. He got to talk to He to and Buttons though the bars during floor time. So he wasn’t totally alone.
Anyway, his dental issues required vet trimming and checks every six weeks for the past couple of years. He was doing great until he wasn’t. He recently (8 months ago ish) really started to decline, and losing lots of weight. No longer able to eat hay, living on critical care, metacam, pellets and whatever veg he could manage.
But Newton continued to be determined, still bouncy still wheeky and still content.
Each vet visit had me and the vet scratching our heads about how he was still coping.
But his last tooth trim he came home drooling and looking terrible. I thought I was going to loose him. But after a couple of days he was back to his normal self, despite being just 600grams now.
A few weeks passed. I weighed him. Now just 550grams. Skin and bone. I knew his time was coming. He still got excited at food time but other than that he sat around looking pretty crappy. His eyes are crusty, he sounds very slightly congested and he isn’t moving correctly on his back end
Today I let him go. It was a good morning for him, He bounced out his hay tray for his breakfast of a big bowl of pellets and critical care. He was happy.
His body condition was terrible, Me and my lovely vet agreed it should be today.
He went quickly and peacefully happily tucking into a platter of fruit.
The last of my original herd. My lovely Newton. Buried in a sunny garden bed. I will miss you forever. Goodbye buddy. Sleep well, say hello to the girls for me.
Newton with his girls:
With his last wife, Blossom:
Oscar absolutely loved Newton affectionately nicked named ‘poo poo’ (don’t ask hahah). And Newton was so sweet with him.
He’s certainly going to wonder where he has gone in the morning.
Just before he crossed the bridge today..
