I lost cinnamon at the beginning of the year, around april/may time. She was living with my mum as an outdoor piggie.
I noticed she had lost a lot of weight when she lived with me and one morning she was struggling to go the toilet.
She was about 4 years, coming up to 5. I phoned mum and told her that I had a vets appointment and if I need any decisions making (you know what I mean here) then please could she do it for me. She agreed and I drove her to the vets near my parents.
Turns out she had a gut infection, the vet gave her an injection, some replacement food and told me to keep an eye on her. Bloody hell, the injection worked! She perked right back up again.
About 6 weeks later, I noticed she had lost more weight and I asked mum to keep an eye. 2 days later, mum toook her to the vets and they did some checks, including a temperature check. When it was taken out there was a lot of blood.
Mum made the decision and Cinnamon went to and over the rainbow bridge.
Though its heart breaking, she wasnt in pain anymore. I miss her loads. She was a mixmatch harliquin and so funny. She wasnt a people person but did the "i dont want to be stroked anymore.... oh I quite liked in carry on"
She had a habit of licking the sofas, my hand, nibbling my hair and burrowing herself into the pocket of my hoodie...
RIP cinnamon, have fun with all the other piggies up there
I noticed she had lost a lot of weight when she lived with me and one morning she was struggling to go the toilet.
She was about 4 years, coming up to 5. I phoned mum and told her that I had a vets appointment and if I need any decisions making (you know what I mean here) then please could she do it for me. She agreed and I drove her to the vets near my parents.
Turns out she had a gut infection, the vet gave her an injection, some replacement food and told me to keep an eye on her. Bloody hell, the injection worked! She perked right back up again.
About 6 weeks later, I noticed she had lost more weight and I asked mum to keep an eye. 2 days later, mum toook her to the vets and they did some checks, including a temperature check. When it was taken out there was a lot of blood.
Mum made the decision and Cinnamon went to and over the rainbow bridge.
Though its heart breaking, she wasnt in pain anymore. I miss her loads. She was a mixmatch harliquin and so funny. She wasnt a people person but did the "i dont want to be stroked anymore.... oh I quite liked in carry on"
She had a habit of licking the sofas, my hand, nibbling my hair and burrowing herself into the pocket of my hoodie...
RIP cinnamon, have fun with all the other piggies up there
