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I’m so sorry you lost Broly x You did everything a caring owner could have done. please be kind to yourself and take time to grieve Broly.I fully understand ...
Broly was my very very first pet ... never had a pet as a kid or teenager or young adult ...
I’m still not sure how it went downhill so fast ... I noticed a small lump near his back leg in early March. The vet said it was a tumor in his breast (I had no idea guinea pigs had breast, lol), but that it’s not the type of mass that grows quickly and it’s not life threatening yet. She did say it’s easier to remove when it’s still small (it was the size of a very small peanut) bc the recovery time will be a lot faster compared to if we wait 12-15 months when it will grow and can over take his organs. Then it’s more invasive and risk is a lot higher.
So he had the surgery this past Monday (4/1/19), everything went well, I picked him up after class. They said he will be tired and won’t be walking around much, which is normal, bc they didn’t want him running around and risk pulling the stitches out.
So, Monday night he was walking very slowly, still eating, drinking his water ...
Tuesday ... I placed his pellets in his bowl close to his house, put more hay in his hay bin ... Got home around 5pm (cst), checked on him, he was walking slowly as they said, he had eaten, because his pellet bowl was empty.
I checked on him at 730pm (cst), he was inside his little house.
Around 8pm (cst) I see him dragging himself out of his house (he was using his front legs and not using his back legs) and just laying there sprawled out on his belly ... I could hear him breathing very very heavy through his mouth which he has never done, and he wasn’t breathing through his nose and I could hear him trying too, but I heard mucus, and he began twitching slowly ... so I rushed him to the emergency vet ... they kept him overnight to treat him ...
They called me around 10am (cst) that he has only made slight improvement, but that he’s still not eating and they were trying to force feed him. 1130am (cst) they call, that they only have 1 option left and if that doesn’t work, then there is only 1 thing left to do ...
So I said do what you need to do to save him ... she calls me at 1215pm (cst) that his sugar levels are extremely low and it doesn’t look good, so I rushed out of work to go see him.
And yeah, he passed before I got there. But he wasn’t alone, the vet and the assistants were with him and he wasn’t in pain.
I’m still not sure how he was fine day, then the very next night, my little guy was fighting for his life and passed away
I’ve been kicking myself and 2nd guessing myself a lot ... why didn’t I check an hour earlier, had I, then maybe that extra hour would’ve made the difference in saving him, or why didn’t I just wait a few more months to do the surgery, because the small peanut size lump wasn’t bothering him at all ...
I miss him tremendously.
I fully understand ...
Broly was my very very first pet ... never had a pet as a kid or teenager or young adult ...
I’m still not sure how it went downhill so fast ... I noticed a small lump near his back leg in early March. The vet said it was a tumor in his breast (I had no idea guinea pigs had breast, lol), but that it’s not the type of mass that grows quickly and it’s not life threatening yet. She did say it’s easier to remove when it’s still small (it was the size of a very small peanut) bc the recovery time will be a lot faster compared to if we wait 12-15 months when it will grow and can over take his organs. Then it’s more invasive and risk is a lot higher.
So he had the surgery this past Monday (4/1/19), everything went well, I picked him up after class. They said he will be tired and won’t be walking around much, which is normal, bc they didn’t want him running around and risk pulling the stitches out.
So, Monday night he was walking very slowly, still eating, drinking his water ...
Tuesday ... I placed his pellets in his bowl close to his house, put more hay in his hay bin ... Got home around 5pm (cst), checked on him, he was walking slowly as they said, he had eaten, because his pellet bowl was empty.
I checked on him at 730pm (cst), he was inside his little house.
Around 8pm (cst) I see him dragging himself out of his house (he was using his front legs and not using his back legs) and just laying there sprawled out on his belly ... I could hear him breathing very very heavy through his mouth which he has never done, and he wasn’t breathing through his nose and I could hear him trying too, but I heard mucus, and he began twitching slowly ... so I rushed him to the emergency vet ... they kept him overnight to treat him ...
They called me around 10am (cst) that he has only made slight improvement, but that he’s still not eating and they were trying to force feed him. 1130am (cst) they call, that they only have 1 option left and if that doesn’t work, then there is only 1 thing left to do ...
So I said do what you need to do to save him ... she calls me at 1215pm (cst) that his sugar levels are extremely low and it doesn’t look good, so I rushed out of work to go see him.
And yeah, he passed before I got there. But he wasn’t alone, the vet and the assistants were with him and he wasn’t in pain.
I’m still not sure how he was fine day, then the very next night, my little guy was fighting for his life and passed away
I’ve been kicking myself and 2nd guessing myself a lot ... why didn’t I check an hour earlier, had I, then maybe that extra hour would’ve made the difference in saving him, or why didn’t I just wait a few more months to do the surgery, because the small peanut size lump wasn’t bothering him at all ...
I miss him tremendously.
