BertisKing
Teenage Guinea Pig
Got home from work a little while ago to find that Frankie had died at some point today.He's been unwell for a couple of weeks with a gut problem, eating and drinking fine, happy, perky, bright eyed and as demanding as ever, but every couple of days he'd have a bout of explosive diahorrea. We cut out all veggies, moved him inside so I could monitor his input/output but nothing seemed to help. He wasn't bloated, he wasn't obstructed, the vet had no clue, so he and I kept soldiering on and three or so days ago his poo became fully formed again, and he seemed back to normal, so this morning he went back outside, still separate from Fred and George, but where they could see each other and have a natter, and he even shouted when everyone had their breakfast veg and nothing came his way.
I thought all was well, only to come home to him buried in his hay...
He'd had such a rubbish start in life, one of a pair bought for a child who became bored with them, he and his cage mate didn't get on so had to live separately. They were rarely handled, left alone for days without human contact, constantly bothered by the adored pet cat, until march this year when Frankie's boarfriend died. Frankie became depressed and stopped eating until eventually in July I was able to persuade my work colleague to let me have him. I had been trying since Christmas.
He spent the summer living with Fred and George who took to him straight away, cuddling him between them and generally looking after them, and the change was almost immediate. He was eating and playing, wheeking for attention, whereas before he would sit hunched, nose to the floor, ignoring everyone.
We had a great summer together, and even though he was a bit sickly and about 5 years old, I hoped we'd have more time together. His cheeky personality was just starting to shine through.
I just hope that it wasn't something I did.
RIP little man x
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