weepiggy
Junior Guinea Pig
I feel so much regret and guilt. The weight on my heart is terrible.
I'd been having some issues with my wee pig, Merry, and had to take him back to the vet this morning after the antibiotics he was prescribed for a potential UTI proved ineffective. I left Merry with the vet and went home. They called after the x-ray had been performed to tell me he had crystals in his bladder that would become stones. I had already decided against any surgeries for Merry because he's older, and because of all the risks associated.
The vet asked if I wanted to come down to say goodbye. I said no.
My heart is breaking. I should have went. But I couldn't. As soon as I heard the diagnosis my heart shattered into pieces. I couldn't cope with the grief. It hit me so hard and all at once. The thought of going back there all to hold him and say goodbye, to know I had to give away my little baby. I couldn't. The vet tried to reassure me. She told me that Merry was still sedated after his x-ray and Merry wouldn't have known I was there, not really.
I cuddled him this morning but I didn't say goodbye when I did. I held him up close to my face and kissed his little eyes and ears. Then I put him into the carrying case and tucked him up in blankets. At the vets I unzipped the case and gave him a few pets. He knew how much I loved him and I know he wasn't really aware of anything that was going on, so saying goodbye would have been more for me than for him. I just can't stop feeling like I've failed him. I can't get away from that feeling. My whole being is in pain.
I've held every other animal I've had in those moments before letting the vet take them and give them peace. I couldn't do that for Merry. I couldn't be strong enough for my baby. My mum said it was better to have held him this morning when he was still awake and himself, as opposed to sedated and not very responsive or like himself. I'm trying really hard to believe that. I just want him back. I miss him so much and I keep going to lift him only to see he isn't there. Just before the vet took him in his little case for his x-ray I thought about holding him, just in case, but I didn't. I should have.
The vet left me some of his fur in a little vial and his paw prints. I'm devasted. I'm sorry, Merry. I loved you so much.
I'd been having some issues with my wee pig, Merry, and had to take him back to the vet this morning after the antibiotics he was prescribed for a potential UTI proved ineffective. I left Merry with the vet and went home. They called after the x-ray had been performed to tell me he had crystals in his bladder that would become stones. I had already decided against any surgeries for Merry because he's older, and because of all the risks associated.
The vet asked if I wanted to come down to say goodbye. I said no.
My heart is breaking. I should have went. But I couldn't. As soon as I heard the diagnosis my heart shattered into pieces. I couldn't cope with the grief. It hit me so hard and all at once. The thought of going back there all to hold him and say goodbye, to know I had to give away my little baby. I couldn't. The vet tried to reassure me. She told me that Merry was still sedated after his x-ray and Merry wouldn't have known I was there, not really.
I cuddled him this morning but I didn't say goodbye when I did. I held him up close to my face and kissed his little eyes and ears. Then I put him into the carrying case and tucked him up in blankets. At the vets I unzipped the case and gave him a few pets. He knew how much I loved him and I know he wasn't really aware of anything that was going on, so saying goodbye would have been more for me than for him. I just can't stop feeling like I've failed him. I can't get away from that feeling. My whole being is in pain.
I've held every other animal I've had in those moments before letting the vet take them and give them peace. I couldn't do that for Merry. I couldn't be strong enough for my baby. My mum said it was better to have held him this morning when he was still awake and himself, as opposed to sedated and not very responsive or like himself. I'm trying really hard to believe that. I just want him back. I miss him so much and I keep going to lift him only to see he isn't there. Just before the vet took him in his little case for his x-ray I thought about holding him, just in case, but I didn't. I should have.
The vet left me some of his fur in a little vial and his paw prints. I'm devasted. I'm sorry, Merry. I loved you so much.