Dusty_bugs
Teenage Guinea Pig
8...
After one single night of peeing blood and a week later our beautiful man was at the rainbow bridge
I had given him baytril and a half dose of meloxivet on the night I found him, suspecting a UTI. He was in no mood to eat and just hid in his snugloo. The next morning I whisked him to a Sunday clinic who gave him septrim instead and meacam (cat). He was on that for 3 days, we were supplimenting his feed with crit care because he felt terrible to me and put in a dash of OJ and probios. We even tried transfaunation because his poo was so tiny and dry, but his bum had a green mush. I cleaned his bum and took him to Alan on the Wednesday morning. We gave him a fluoroscopy and it turned out he had 3 bladder stones lined up waiting to drop! But with his obvious developing gut stasis (no matter how much crit care he had his poops were none existant) we couldnt operate until his stasis was relieved. The op was lined up for Monday, we had 4 day to clear the stasis!
Alan gave us emprid, zantac, infacol (to shift the gas), cisapride for continued use for 3 weeks and tramadol, at the lowest recommended doses (some sources suggested 1-5mgs/kg... How variable is that?!?!?! I was at the vets for nearly 3 hours over 2 days (being seen to!) as we talked about doseage and med compatability and sensativity to the gut. He said I could try pineapple juice aswell if I thought it would help. Well he pooed, and he put 30 gms back on over night..
But on the Friday he was lolling, at the vets he perked up and the amazing nurse helped me for a good half hour whilst we got half a large ramekin of food and he didn't reject any of it! (he wasnt all that comfortable with how syringe feeding worked). We got him back home, started his cisapride and gave him a break. I came back to him 4 hours later and he was asleep. We gave them their usual veggies and he didnt even lift his head. I tried to show him some more crit care but he turned away from me. I lifted him up and gave him 10 mls, he didnt even have enough strength the struggle. I had to go to my night shift, but they let me go late and come back early after I rang up obviously a mess. My partner sat with him in the kitchen, water in one bowl, crit care in another. I came home at 11 to give him his night meds and then went back out. But at 2.10am my partner rang. "I think he's gone!" I asked him to stroke him firmly, to see if he could snap him out of some kind of respiratory arrest but it was too late for that. I finished up, came home and sat with him for an hour.
Yesterday we drove to Wales again, with thanks to my ex's parents who are letting me bury my pigs on their fruit farm. We dug a spot next to DT and put a stone at the top of each little patch of soil. I had popped in a little red envelope with some of Leeland's (and my) hair, so they'll always be next to each other - like I did with DT. I also put some daffodils in with him as it was too early in the morning for the shops to open to buy roses. Only thing left is to let the rescue I got him from know, that the pig they let me take only 5 months ago has gone I feel so crap! And although I know I couldnt have been more vigilant or care intensive after I found he was ill, this last year has really made me feel that there is something massively wrong that I'm doing in the general maintenance of my bambi's. 2 dead (both 4 years old) and one seriously seriously critical who we only just managed to bring back.
I'm going to find Leeland another cage mate, I wont make her live alone, despite how she trundles along so happily. But after that.. I think I'm going to stop for a bit. I just dont feel like I'm so good for them..
After one single night of peeing blood and a week later our beautiful man was at the rainbow bridge
I had given him baytril and a half dose of meloxivet on the night I found him, suspecting a UTI. He was in no mood to eat and just hid in his snugloo. The next morning I whisked him to a Sunday clinic who gave him septrim instead and meacam (cat). He was on that for 3 days, we were supplimenting his feed with crit care because he felt terrible to me and put in a dash of OJ and probios. We even tried transfaunation because his poo was so tiny and dry, but his bum had a green mush. I cleaned his bum and took him to Alan on the Wednesday morning. We gave him a fluoroscopy and it turned out he had 3 bladder stones lined up waiting to drop! But with his obvious developing gut stasis (no matter how much crit care he had his poops were none existant) we couldnt operate until his stasis was relieved. The op was lined up for Monday, we had 4 day to clear the stasis! Alan gave us emprid, zantac, infacol (to shift the gas), cisapride for continued use for 3 weeks and tramadol, at the lowest recommended doses (some sources suggested 1-5mgs/kg... How variable is that?!?!?! I was at the vets for nearly 3 hours over 2 days (being seen to!) as we talked about doseage and med compatability and sensativity to the gut. He said I could try pineapple juice aswell if I thought it would help. Well he pooed, and he put 30 gms back on over night..
But on the Friday he was lolling, at the vets he perked up and the amazing nurse helped me for a good half hour whilst we got half a large ramekin of food and he didn't reject any of it! (he wasnt all that comfortable with how syringe feeding worked). We got him back home, started his cisapride and gave him a break. I came back to him 4 hours later and he was asleep. We gave them their usual veggies and he didnt even lift his head. I tried to show him some more crit care but he turned away from me. I lifted him up and gave him 10 mls, he didnt even have enough strength the struggle. I had to go to my night shift, but they let me go late and come back early after I rang up obviously a mess. My partner sat with him in the kitchen, water in one bowl, crit care in another. I came home at 11 to give him his night meds and then went back out. But at 2.10am my partner rang. "I think he's gone!" I asked him to stroke him firmly, to see if he could snap him out of some kind of respiratory arrest but it was too late for that. I finished up, came home and sat with him for an hour.
Yesterday we drove to Wales again, with thanks to my ex's parents who are letting me bury my pigs on their fruit farm. We dug a spot next to DT and put a stone at the top of each little patch of soil. I had popped in a little red envelope with some of Leeland's (and my) hair, so they'll always be next to each other - like I did with DT. I also put some daffodils in with him as it was too early in the morning for the shops to open to buy roses. Only thing left is to let the rescue I got him from know, that the pig they let me take only 5 months ago has gone
I feel so crap! And although I know I couldnt have been more vigilant or care intensive after I found he was ill, this last year has really made me feel that there is something massively wrong that I'm doing in the general maintenance of my bambi's. 2 dead (both 4 years old) and one seriously seriously critical who we only just managed to bring back. I'm going to find Leeland another cage mate, I wont make her live alone, despite how she trundles along so happily. But after that.. I think I'm going to stop for a bit. I just dont feel like I'm so good for them..
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