I know I only post on here with sad news, but it's become important to me that I do this for every piggie we lose.
Today, whilst we were at work, we lost little Leo, aged 3 years and 7 months old.
We got him in November 2007, aged just 4 weeks, from rescue as a cage mate for Pepe who was desperate for company, and for three and a half years he and Pepe have been inseperable. He's never given us a spot of bother and has always known his place as the happy go lucky partner to Pepe's scared and timid demenour. He looked after Pepe, and Pepe duly looked after him. Even when they ocassionally fell out and we had to temporarily seperate them, they'd always be back to being pals after a few hours, and they always shared their food and water without any fights or squabbles.
He'd been ill for almost two months. It started, as we suspected, as a tooth problem but there must have been an underlying problem as no matter how many times the vet checked and filed his teeth he just couldn't eat anything. We've been syringing him for almost the whole of those two months but not once, not even this morning, did he ever lose his appetite, always desperate for "just one more syringe worth" and always still attmepting to eat both his wet and dry foods. It was only on Monday night that he really went downhill, and by yesterday evening we knew, from the dramatic weight loss, that it was time for him to go. I'd booked him with our vet's to have him put to sleep but he must have known that his time was up. I told him this morning that it would be better for him if he went at home, surrounded by familiar sights and smells and with Pepe close by, and he duly obliged as I found him this afternoon at 5 PM under his stick house.
He will be sorely missed by myself, Julie and especially Pepe who already looks lost without him
Rest In Peace little man, daddy loves you very much, you will always be a very special piggie and I'm sure Blaze, Scampy, Oscar, Boomer and Bear have already made you welcome at the Bridge.
Run free little man, free of pain x 8...
Today, whilst we were at work, we lost little Leo, aged 3 years and 7 months old.
We got him in November 2007, aged just 4 weeks, from rescue as a cage mate for Pepe who was desperate for company, and for three and a half years he and Pepe have been inseperable. He's never given us a spot of bother and has always known his place as the happy go lucky partner to Pepe's scared and timid demenour. He looked after Pepe, and Pepe duly looked after him. Even when they ocassionally fell out and we had to temporarily seperate them, they'd always be back to being pals after a few hours, and they always shared their food and water without any fights or squabbles.
He'd been ill for almost two months. It started, as we suspected, as a tooth problem but there must have been an underlying problem as no matter how many times the vet checked and filed his teeth he just couldn't eat anything. We've been syringing him for almost the whole of those two months but not once, not even this morning, did he ever lose his appetite, always desperate for "just one more syringe worth" and always still attmepting to eat both his wet and dry foods. It was only on Monday night that he really went downhill, and by yesterday evening we knew, from the dramatic weight loss, that it was time for him to go. I'd booked him with our vet's to have him put to sleep but he must have known that his time was up. I told him this morning that it would be better for him if he went at home, surrounded by familiar sights and smells and with Pepe close by, and he duly obliged as I found him this afternoon at 5 PM under his stick house.
He will be sorely missed by myself, Julie and especially Pepe who already looks lost without him
Rest In Peace little man, daddy loves you very much, you will always be a very special piggie and I'm sure Blaze, Scampy, Oscar, Boomer and Bear have already made you welcome at the Bridge.
Run free little man, free of pain x 8...
