Hannah P.
New Born Pup
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- Apr 2, 2017
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Gingers beautiful little life came to an end last night. She had fought so hard for around two months, and against all odds she overcame an infection in her mouth and nasal cavities, even after the vet told me she didn't have a good chance, and she was finally becoming her old self again. She was eating and drinking so much. It looked like she had an entirely new outlook on life, too. She became more adventurous during floor time, and a ravenous appetite to say the least. The last few days her urine turned red as it dried, but she didn't appear to be in any pain, and it wasn't blood. Along with that she had bloat that I was treating but wasn't completely gone yet.
Yesterday when I got home, I could tell she was in a lot of pain, she hadn't eaten or pooped barely anything. Her stomach was very tight with gas. I held her and I massaged her belly. She really scared me at that point, and she got so lethargic and limp, rolling over onto her sides and being very unresponsive. I gave her some water and critical care and she immediately seemed better and no longer floppy. She sat with me the rest of the night, and I put her back in her cage late last night, and then in the morning, she was gone.
I still haven't truly come to terms with this loss yet, it's just so unfamiliar to look over at her empty cage and not imagine her standing up at the corner and squeaking for some lettuce. I just want to go over and scoop her up and hold her, but there's no longer a pig for me to hold. I can't imagine her not being on the floor and running over to the pantry door when it opens, in hopes of a raisin. I think part of me knew that she wasn't much longer for this world last night, it seemed like she wanted to go right then.
My Ginger Pig, I will love you and miss you forever. I think I've forgotten how to live without a little piggy. It will be quite a sad adjustment to come home and not see my happy little pig come and greet me. I love you Ginger. Popcorn free across the Rainbow Bridge.
Look at those lovely chookens!
Yesterday when I got home, I could tell she was in a lot of pain, she hadn't eaten or pooped barely anything. Her stomach was very tight with gas. I held her and I massaged her belly. She really scared me at that point, and she got so lethargic and limp, rolling over onto her sides and being very unresponsive. I gave her some water and critical care and she immediately seemed better and no longer floppy. She sat with me the rest of the night, and I put her back in her cage late last night, and then in the morning, she was gone.
I still haven't truly come to terms with this loss yet, it's just so unfamiliar to look over at her empty cage and not imagine her standing up at the corner and squeaking for some lettuce. I just want to go over and scoop her up and hold her, but there's no longer a pig for me to hold. I can't imagine her not being on the floor and running over to the pantry door when it opens, in hopes of a raisin. I think part of me knew that she wasn't much longer for this world last night, it seemed like she wanted to go right then.
My Ginger Pig, I will love you and miss you forever. I think I've forgotten how to live without a little piggy. It will be quite a sad adjustment to come home and not see my happy little pig come and greet me. I love you Ginger. Popcorn free across the Rainbow Bridge.
Look at those lovely chookens!