Josie_lg
Junior Guinea Pig
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Heya, this evening we have had to say a sudden goodbye to our beautiful buttercup. Not even four months after loosing our precious poppy. They were soul mates. And now honey and Hazel are left together but it feels too strange without our other two.
Buttercup got diagnosed with a mass in her uterus last year. It was an incidental finding and because she had no symptoms and was so well in herself we decided to monitor. She has spent the last year the happiest piggie, so affectionate. She was so sad after poppy left. Letting her say goodbye after she had passed was a truly devastating thing to witness. After a month she was back to normal pretty much. Last week she was suddenly hunched and painful and not eating. After a dose of pain relief and some syringe feed she was pretty much back to normal in just a couple of hours. We took her in to the vets the day after anyways and got prescribed more meds to help maintain any pain she may have. Monday night the same thing happened again. However this time she didn’t improve on the meds and she required constant feeds and care. To begin with she took the feeds well. Yesterday evening she got a lot worse. And overnight she wouldn’t take the feeds. Started dribbling and wretching and grunting like she needed to bring something up. The vet said we could go for surgery (we did a CT scan on Tuesday and it had gotten bigger and progressed) however she was so weak. We didn’t feel she’d survive the op.
This evening we had her put to sleep. I am beyond devastated. I’ve never had to make the decision. I feel so guilty I miss her so much already. With poppy she was out of it when she passed she was pretty much in a coma. But I feel so much worse because buttercup was able to walk around still clean herself and would squeal and kick when the vet gave the injection to sedate her.
I know I will realise this was the right choice. After she passed she brought up a lot of fluid from her nose. And I don’t think she would have survived an op as weak as she was, with fluid in her lungs especially as the op was so high risk already.
But I’m finding it hard to accept that three hours ago she could walk around and now she is gone. The guilt is so heavy. I have ready the euthanasia and grieving guide on here which was good. But I feel so alone and awful I just hate the what if she got better etc. I hate it. The grief is so heavy.
Buttercup got diagnosed with a mass in her uterus last year. It was an incidental finding and because she had no symptoms and was so well in herself we decided to monitor. She has spent the last year the happiest piggie, so affectionate. She was so sad after poppy left. Letting her say goodbye after she had passed was a truly devastating thing to witness. After a month she was back to normal pretty much. Last week she was suddenly hunched and painful and not eating. After a dose of pain relief and some syringe feed she was pretty much back to normal in just a couple of hours. We took her in to the vets the day after anyways and got prescribed more meds to help maintain any pain she may have. Monday night the same thing happened again. However this time she didn’t improve on the meds and she required constant feeds and care. To begin with she took the feeds well. Yesterday evening she got a lot worse. And overnight she wouldn’t take the feeds. Started dribbling and wretching and grunting like she needed to bring something up. The vet said we could go for surgery (we did a CT scan on Tuesday and it had gotten bigger and progressed) however she was so weak. We didn’t feel she’d survive the op.
This evening we had her put to sleep. I am beyond devastated. I’ve never had to make the decision. I feel so guilty I miss her so much already. With poppy she was out of it when she passed she was pretty much in a coma. But I feel so much worse because buttercup was able to walk around still clean herself and would squeal and kick when the vet gave the injection to sedate her.
I know I will realise this was the right choice. After she passed she brought up a lot of fluid from her nose. And I don’t think she would have survived an op as weak as she was, with fluid in her lungs especially as the op was so high risk already.
But I’m finding it hard to accept that three hours ago she could walk around and now she is gone. The guilt is so heavy. I have ready the euthanasia and grieving guide on here which was good. But I feel so alone and awful I just hate the what if she got better etc. I hate it. The grief is so heavy.