My darling Gus (he was only 3) passed away on Sunday night. It was from a very bad case of bloat – at least that’s what the vet said. It started in December, when he stopped eating, drinking and pooping but was still fairly active and alert. It took 5 trips to the vet and lots and lots of syringe feeding, antibiotics, massages and cuddles to get him back to normal, but after a couple of weeks he was back to his fat happy self again.
Unfortunately last weekend I woke up to find him lying on his side and his underbelly was drenched in urine/faeces. He’d been completely fine the day before, still eating and drinking happily, if a little lethargic towards the end of the night, but seeing him like that was a shock. I rushed him to the vet and they said the bloat was back and his stomach had completely stopped working. Gave him injections to restart it and me antibiotics with instructions to syringe feed him and bring him back in 24 hours if he wasn’t better. Unfortunately my poor Gus didn’t last 24 hours – exactly 9 hours after our trip to the vet Gus passed away in my arms, after a horrific day of fits and seizures.
I’m devastated. He was my first pet and we had a really strong bond. I’m 23 years old and I’ve been turning up to work in tears since Sunday. I loved him and miss him terribly – but also, those few hours where I had to hold him while he lay on his side convulsing, water leaking from his eyes (was he crying? Please tell me he wasn't crying) while I rocked him and told him everything would be okay, just keep haunting me. I’ve never watched anything die before – let alone a creature I loved so, so deeply. I can’t get the image of him taking his last breath out of my head.
I’m sorry – this isn’t the point of this thread, I just don’t know who else to talk to. People don’t really seem to understand and think I’m being a bit melodramatic.
I have another piggy, Denzel, who at the moment is okay. They didn’t share a cage – I separated them about two years ago when they started fighting, but their two cages were always right next to each other. Now that Gus is gone, I’m worried that it’ll negatively affect Denzel. Apart from the odd moment when I’ll catch him sitting in the corner of his cage that used to be closest to Gus’s cage looking thoroughly confused (can guinea pigs look confused? Perhaps it’s in my head) he is still happily active and wheeking and eating. I just read so much about piggies who die of heartbreak after their companions leave them and I’m worried the same will happen to Denzel.
I’m not at all ready to get another piggy so getting him some company just isn’t an option. Just the thought of another little man in Gus’s place makes me heartsick. I have been giving him plenty of love and cuddles since Gus left us – I just wanted to check if there was anything else I could do.
Would be grateful for any advice. Thanks all.
xx
Unfortunately last weekend I woke up to find him lying on his side and his underbelly was drenched in urine/faeces. He’d been completely fine the day before, still eating and drinking happily, if a little lethargic towards the end of the night, but seeing him like that was a shock. I rushed him to the vet and they said the bloat was back and his stomach had completely stopped working. Gave him injections to restart it and me antibiotics with instructions to syringe feed him and bring him back in 24 hours if he wasn’t better. Unfortunately my poor Gus didn’t last 24 hours – exactly 9 hours after our trip to the vet Gus passed away in my arms, after a horrific day of fits and seizures.
I’m devastated. He was my first pet and we had a really strong bond. I’m 23 years old and I’ve been turning up to work in tears since Sunday. I loved him and miss him terribly – but also, those few hours where I had to hold him while he lay on his side convulsing, water leaking from his eyes (was he crying? Please tell me he wasn't crying) while I rocked him and told him everything would be okay, just keep haunting me. I’ve never watched anything die before – let alone a creature I loved so, so deeply. I can’t get the image of him taking his last breath out of my head.
I’m sorry – this isn’t the point of this thread, I just don’t know who else to talk to. People don’t really seem to understand and think I’m being a bit melodramatic.
I have another piggy, Denzel, who at the moment is okay. They didn’t share a cage – I separated them about two years ago when they started fighting, but their two cages were always right next to each other. Now that Gus is gone, I’m worried that it’ll negatively affect Denzel. Apart from the odd moment when I’ll catch him sitting in the corner of his cage that used to be closest to Gus’s cage looking thoroughly confused (can guinea pigs look confused? Perhaps it’s in my head) he is still happily active and wheeking and eating. I just read so much about piggies who die of heartbreak after their companions leave them and I’m worried the same will happen to Denzel.
I’m not at all ready to get another piggy so getting him some company just isn’t an option. Just the thought of another little man in Gus’s place makes me heartsick. I have been giving him plenty of love and cuddles since Gus left us – I just wanted to check if there was anything else I could do.
Would be grateful for any advice. Thanks all.
xx