I can't believe I'm having to post another thread on this board, but our beloved Oscar passed away to the bridge in the early hours of the morning.
He had been ill with a fungal infection on his ears last month, which after much care and attention we had managed to clear up. It then spread to his nose (although this may possibly have been chylitis, we and the vet weren't sure) and although it had looked like it had been improving, when we came back from our long weekend away on Monday had found it had got a bit worse. We carried on treating it with several of Chrissie's creams and iodine assuming it was going to clear up eventually.
Wednesday night he appeared to be the best he had been for ages, although his nose had scabbed over quite badly, he was popcorning away, chatting to Dylan and even wheeking for his greens (which we hadn't heard him to do several weeks). We thought he was finally on the mend.
Then yesterday afternoon when Julie got in from work she found his cage, and mainly his slipper bed covered in diarrhoea. She immediately gave him some Dioralyte to rehydrate him, some buscopan to ease his cramps and then a little later, just after I got in from work myself, some Diocalm (all advised by Peter Guerney). We also gave him some Baytril, which we had left over from his ear infection and which the vet had told us to take him off after his ears had cleared up.
For the rest of the evening we kept him warm, fed him some critical care and kept rehydrating him with the diralyte but by eleven o'clock it was fairly obvious to us that he wasn't going to make it. We let Dylan say goodbye to him (they were usually sitting next to each other chatting between the cage divider when I went in to feed them each morning) and placed him in his cage and kissed him goodnight but we couldn't sleep so at midnight we got him out again to be with him. His breathing had become really shallow and he eventually started convulsing (as described in Peter Guerney's book) and we knew he was about to go. he eventually passed at 0:45 AM :'(
I have to bury him soon as he's wrapped up in a towel in his cage at the moment.
It just seems so unfair, he was getting better. I can honestly say that up until his illness we had never had one bit of trouble from him. He was the quietest and sweetest of our piggies, he always seemed to have a smile on his face and he loved "cuddle time" and would regularly switch from sitting on one of us to be with the other for a bit, it was like he wanted to share his time between the two of us. We really couldn't have asked for a more loving piggie.
He's off to the Rainbow Bridge now to meet up again with Blaze and to meet Scampy for the first time. 0
Run free 'Little O', your Mummy, Daddy, Dylan, Pepe and Leo are going to miss you terribly, we love you so much. :smitten: :smitten: :smitten:
Marty & Julie
As a baby:
With Blaze (who he shared his first three weeks here with):
Relaxing:
With his pal Dylan, they couldn't share the same cage but regularly spent time chatting between the divider and we were even beginning to think that Dylan was mellowing and had hopes we may have been able to bond them:
He loved his food:
And how we will always remember him, smiling: 0
He had been ill with a fungal infection on his ears last month, which after much care and attention we had managed to clear up. It then spread to his nose (although this may possibly have been chylitis, we and the vet weren't sure) and although it had looked like it had been improving, when we came back from our long weekend away on Monday had found it had got a bit worse. We carried on treating it with several of Chrissie's creams and iodine assuming it was going to clear up eventually.
Wednesday night he appeared to be the best he had been for ages, although his nose had scabbed over quite badly, he was popcorning away, chatting to Dylan and even wheeking for his greens (which we hadn't heard him to do several weeks). We thought he was finally on the mend.
Then yesterday afternoon when Julie got in from work she found his cage, and mainly his slipper bed covered in diarrhoea. She immediately gave him some Dioralyte to rehydrate him, some buscopan to ease his cramps and then a little later, just after I got in from work myself, some Diocalm (all advised by Peter Guerney). We also gave him some Baytril, which we had left over from his ear infection and which the vet had told us to take him off after his ears had cleared up.
For the rest of the evening we kept him warm, fed him some critical care and kept rehydrating him with the diralyte but by eleven o'clock it was fairly obvious to us that he wasn't going to make it. We let Dylan say goodbye to him (they were usually sitting next to each other chatting between the cage divider when I went in to feed them each morning) and placed him in his cage and kissed him goodnight but we couldn't sleep so at midnight we got him out again to be with him. His breathing had become really shallow and he eventually started convulsing (as described in Peter Guerney's book) and we knew he was about to go. he eventually passed at 0:45 AM :'(
I have to bury him soon as he's wrapped up in a towel in his cage at the moment.
It just seems so unfair, he was getting better. I can honestly say that up until his illness we had never had one bit of trouble from him. He was the quietest and sweetest of our piggies, he always seemed to have a smile on his face and he loved "cuddle time" and would regularly switch from sitting on one of us to be with the other for a bit, it was like he wanted to share his time between the two of us. We really couldn't have asked for a more loving piggie.
He's off to the Rainbow Bridge now to meet up again with Blaze and to meet Scampy for the first time. 0
Run free 'Little O', your Mummy, Daddy, Dylan, Pepe and Leo are going to miss you terribly, we love you so much. :smitten: :smitten: :smitten:
Marty & Julie
As a baby:
With Blaze (who he shared his first three weeks here with):
Relaxing:
With his pal Dylan, they couldn't share the same cage but regularly spent time chatting between the divider and we were even beginning to think that Dylan was mellowing and had hopes we may have been able to bond them:
He loved his food:
And how we will always remember him, smiling: 0
