This post is probably going to be long, but I just feel like a horrible person.
I found my piggie dead in his cage yesterday upon returning home from work. He was probably about six years old and he was bought from pet smart as a baby. I found him laying in the corner of his cage where he usually slept. He was on his side. I have this awful feeling in my gut that I contributed to his death somehow. It may just be anxiety, or something else.
Rigor mortis had already set in. I work ten hour days so it's possible he could have simply passed while I was work but I admit that the morning I left I wasn't really paying much attention. He could have passed overnight and I just didn't notice, but I would think rigor mortis would have passed by the time I found him.
I'm pretty sure I forgot to feed him the day before. I'm a pretty forgetful person normally. Piggy would normally not let me forget. He would squeak at me when he needed food or his water was low. I still live with my parents, and my mother said she had been feeding him recently too because he would yell at her about it as well.
He was a strange little guy. I think because he came from a pet store, he never really had any interest in veggies. So I did my best to mix up as many store bought treats into his diet as I could. He loved his hay. Would eat the heck out of it. The pellets he simply scattered and then foraged around his cage for.
He could hear a chip bag rustle and he would decide it was it time to eat some more.
I didn't realize it until after I found him, but he had been pretty quiet recently. I can't tell if that was because my mother had been feeding him, or if he had been sick and I had been too stuck up in my own life drama to notice. When I found him in his cage, he still had hay scattered around that he hadn't eaten. I definitely should have noticed that but I didn't.
It was maybe a few weeks ago too that one of my cats had knocked the cage off it's stand. Bedding was scattered everywhere and I found him just sitting in the middle of it. He seemed fine after the ordeal so I simply thanked my lucky stars that he was okay and put the cage back together like normal. It was a one time incidence after all. Years of having him and the cats together, nothing like that had ever happened before.
Now I think that may have been a factor too. Maybe there was some internal bleeding I didn't notice. Maybe I hadn't fed him enough. Maybe he was sick with something else I didn't notice if he had symptoms.
I feel awful. And guilty. I want my little guy back and I'm driving myself crazy over this. I'm pretty sure I will have a necropsy done sometime today, but it's driving me insane until then.
Help, advice, anything would be appreciated.
I found my piggie dead in his cage yesterday upon returning home from work. He was probably about six years old and he was bought from pet smart as a baby. I found him laying in the corner of his cage where he usually slept. He was on his side. I have this awful feeling in my gut that I contributed to his death somehow. It may just be anxiety, or something else.
Rigor mortis had already set in. I work ten hour days so it's possible he could have simply passed while I was work but I admit that the morning I left I wasn't really paying much attention. He could have passed overnight and I just didn't notice, but I would think rigor mortis would have passed by the time I found him.
I'm pretty sure I forgot to feed him the day before. I'm a pretty forgetful person normally. Piggy would normally not let me forget. He would squeak at me when he needed food or his water was low. I still live with my parents, and my mother said she had been feeding him recently too because he would yell at her about it as well.
He was a strange little guy. I think because he came from a pet store, he never really had any interest in veggies. So I did my best to mix up as many store bought treats into his diet as I could. He loved his hay. Would eat the heck out of it. The pellets he simply scattered and then foraged around his cage for.
He could hear a chip bag rustle and he would decide it was it time to eat some more.
I didn't realize it until after I found him, but he had been pretty quiet recently. I can't tell if that was because my mother had been feeding him, or if he had been sick and I had been too stuck up in my own life drama to notice. When I found him in his cage, he still had hay scattered around that he hadn't eaten. I definitely should have noticed that but I didn't.
It was maybe a few weeks ago too that one of my cats had knocked the cage off it's stand. Bedding was scattered everywhere and I found him just sitting in the middle of it. He seemed fine after the ordeal so I simply thanked my lucky stars that he was okay and put the cage back together like normal. It was a one time incidence after all. Years of having him and the cats together, nothing like that had ever happened before.
Now I think that may have been a factor too. Maybe there was some internal bleeding I didn't notice. Maybe I hadn't fed him enough. Maybe he was sick with something else I didn't notice if he had symptoms.
I feel awful. And guilty. I want my little guy back and I'm driving myself crazy over this. I'm pretty sure I will have a necropsy done sometime today, but it's driving me insane until then.
Help, advice, anything would be appreciated.