guinea_pig_gal
Junior Guinea Pig
Rest In Paradise my little mate.
I lost my boy at 2.55am today, he was a rescue, and only two and half years old. I apologize if I ramble as have been drinking whisky since (and I very rarely drink alcohol), but I feel so awful that I didn't do more for him. I syringe-fed him several times a day; hours on my lap at a time. When he was losing weight, I took him to a vet and was prescribed Metacam, and as I was hesitant about him having an anaesthetic to check his teeth, I took him to rodentologist friends (who have been trained at Cambridge Cavy Trust), where he had his teeth trimmed. As there was no improvement after the weekend, I took him to Sandhole vets Tuesday, where he was booked in to have his teeth burred Wednesday, but he didn't make it that far. I feel guilty that maybe he would've survived if I'd gone to Sandhole in the first place. I've lost a few piggies over the years, but I've never cried as much. My favourite died not so long ago, but it was so sudden, that I excepted it, but Wimpey has really affected me, I didn't realize how much I loved the little 'so-and so'!
I thought I'd done everything I could, but I think I need to have an autopsy, if only for my own selfish 'peace of mind'.

I lost my boy at 2.55am today, he was a rescue, and only two and half years old. I apologize if I ramble as have been drinking whisky since (and I very rarely drink alcohol), but I feel so awful that I didn't do more for him. I syringe-fed him several times a day; hours on my lap at a time. When he was losing weight, I took him to a vet and was prescribed Metacam, and as I was hesitant about him having an anaesthetic to check his teeth, I took him to rodentologist friends (who have been trained at Cambridge Cavy Trust), where he had his teeth trimmed. As there was no improvement after the weekend, I took him to Sandhole vets Tuesday, where he was booked in to have his teeth burred Wednesday, but he didn't make it that far. I feel guilty that maybe he would've survived if I'd gone to Sandhole in the first place. I've lost a few piggies over the years, but I've never cried as much. My favourite died not so long ago, but it was so sudden, that I excepted it, but Wimpey has really affected me, I didn't realize how much I loved the little 'so-and so'!
I thought I'd done everything I could, but I think I need to have an autopsy, if only for my own selfish 'peace of mind'.

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