David&Carly
New Born Pup
Hi all, we're first-time posters here.
Unfortunately last night (around 2am) we had to say goodbye to our little Neville. He was around two years old, we got him and another boar from Pets at Home.
It all started on Sunday when we returned home and it was time to feed and weigh the pigs. Neville throughout his life slowly put on weight and was around 1430g at his last weigh-in on 18 June. On Sunday he weighed around 1230g. This was quite alarming but we thought that perhaps due to the heat he wasn't eating as much food and both piggies were generally a little more lethargic. We decided to keep an eye on Nev just in case.
On Monday he seemed fine though wasn't eating any hay at all. Pellets and veggies were still being eaten at a good rate.
Tuesday was when Nev took a turn for the worse. He wouldn't come out for food at all (even his favourite celery) and simply laid there when we took the platform out from over him. He usually tries to run away as he knows his Mum is going to scoop him up for cuddles. He was incredibly floppy and only just able to hold his head up. What was most noticeable was that his breathing seemed very forced. He looked to be using his stomach to force air out and his breathing was very shallow. We took him straight to Vets for Pets at Blackheath where he was put on oxygen and given an antibiotic via an injection. We were given Matacam to give him orally and some Critical Care.
That night at around midnight we syringe-fed probably a good 3-4ml of food and water whilst making sure he didn't inhale any of it. He also had his Matacam. He just laid on the sofa and we wrapped him up in his favourite blankets to keep him warm. His eyes appeared a little wider than before and we thought maybe he started to perk up but he still couldn't move. Whilst we didn't want to stress him out further we decided to take him to the emergency vet. His antibiotic didn't seem to be having any effect.
We got to the vets at around 12:50am and their prognosis wasn't good. Again he was put on oxygen and didn't show any signs of improvement. He had his temperature taken, his teeth checked and was palpated. All this happened and he just stayed absolutely still. It was like he was giving up.
Whilst in the oxygen chamber we were ultimately given the choice of keeping him there overnight where they would care for him, taking him home or having him put to sleep. We didn't want Neville to be in any more discomfort and the vet said his breathing was so shallow it was like he was slowly drowning. The cost of keeping him in overnight whilst very high didn't seem like a viable option given his condition and there was no guarantee he would improve. The vet game him less than 20% chance of surviving.
We were allowed to see him in his little oxygen chamber and he was just sprawled out on his stomach. His breathing was still very forced. We both said goodbye to him and then left. It was all very surreal and in typing this I am still very emotional about losing him.
We were shocked that how in just a few days his condition went from being a little popcorning piggy to being at the vet with only a few minutes to live. We asked ourselves on the drive home whether we did the right thing and we're still asking ourselves now. Maybe overnight the antibiotic would have kicked in but the vet really didn't give him much hope and we very much took our cue from her. I guess the aim of this post is to get some advice on a) if there was anything else we could have done for him and b) how do we go about introducing another boar to our other piggy? We don't want him to get lonely and when cleaning out the cage today he's been wandering around looking for his hutchmate
Apologies for the long post.
David & Carly

Unfortunately last night (around 2am) we had to say goodbye to our little Neville. He was around two years old, we got him and another boar from Pets at Home.
It all started on Sunday when we returned home and it was time to feed and weigh the pigs. Neville throughout his life slowly put on weight and was around 1430g at his last weigh-in on 18 June. On Sunday he weighed around 1230g. This was quite alarming but we thought that perhaps due to the heat he wasn't eating as much food and both piggies were generally a little more lethargic. We decided to keep an eye on Nev just in case.
On Monday he seemed fine though wasn't eating any hay at all. Pellets and veggies were still being eaten at a good rate.
Tuesday was when Nev took a turn for the worse. He wouldn't come out for food at all (even his favourite celery) and simply laid there when we took the platform out from over him. He usually tries to run away as he knows his Mum is going to scoop him up for cuddles. He was incredibly floppy and only just able to hold his head up. What was most noticeable was that his breathing seemed very forced. He looked to be using his stomach to force air out and his breathing was very shallow. We took him straight to Vets for Pets at Blackheath where he was put on oxygen and given an antibiotic via an injection. We were given Matacam to give him orally and some Critical Care.
That night at around midnight we syringe-fed probably a good 3-4ml of food and water whilst making sure he didn't inhale any of it. He also had his Matacam. He just laid on the sofa and we wrapped him up in his favourite blankets to keep him warm. His eyes appeared a little wider than before and we thought maybe he started to perk up but he still couldn't move. Whilst we didn't want to stress him out further we decided to take him to the emergency vet. His antibiotic didn't seem to be having any effect.
We got to the vets at around 12:50am and their prognosis wasn't good. Again he was put on oxygen and didn't show any signs of improvement. He had his temperature taken, his teeth checked and was palpated. All this happened and he just stayed absolutely still. It was like he was giving up.
Whilst in the oxygen chamber we were ultimately given the choice of keeping him there overnight where they would care for him, taking him home or having him put to sleep. We didn't want Neville to be in any more discomfort and the vet said his breathing was so shallow it was like he was slowly drowning. The cost of keeping him in overnight whilst very high didn't seem like a viable option given his condition and there was no guarantee he would improve. The vet game him less than 20% chance of surviving.
We were allowed to see him in his little oxygen chamber and he was just sprawled out on his stomach. His breathing was still very forced. We both said goodbye to him and then left. It was all very surreal and in typing this I am still very emotional about losing him.
We were shocked that how in just a few days his condition went from being a little popcorning piggy to being at the vet with only a few minutes to live. We asked ourselves on the drive home whether we did the right thing and we're still asking ourselves now. Maybe overnight the antibiotic would have kicked in but the vet really didn't give him much hope and we very much took our cue from her. I guess the aim of this post is to get some advice on a) if there was anything else we could have done for him and b) how do we go about introducing another boar to our other piggy? We don't want him to get lonely and when cleaning out the cage today he's been wandering around looking for his hutchmate
Apologies for the long post.
David & Carly


Thinking of those memories made me feel better, knowing that he had a good life with us and that he's free of pain. Bonnie died when she was 19, that was even harder. She was my best friend, the only friend I had at the time. But I did the same thing, I remembered when she stole my chicken roast while I was eating it