ricear
Junior Guinea Pig
- Joined
- Jul 13, 2019
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Winston truly saved me. I adopted him when I was in my darkest, in 2019. I did not expect the amount of love I would come to have for him. He gave my life purpose. It was through him that I felt the need to adopt Al and then Arthur. He will always be my first pig. He travelled with me. He saw the great state of Tennessee. I’ll never forget the “vacations” we took to visit my parents. He was truly one of the best decisions I ever made. We made countless trips to the vet for URIs, bumblefoot, and hay pokes. But he never failed to smile and accept a strawberry. Those were his absolute favorite. He loved to pick them out himself. As I’m writing this, I can’t stop crying or shaking.
tonight, around 10:15 PM (EST in America), I noticed what looked like a dog dreaming. He was on his side and legs were moving as if he was running. I picked him up, and he was limp. Barely breathing, we rushed him to the nearest emergency pet vet. Only to find out they didn’t do exotic pets. After several phone calls, we traveled to an office about 20 minuets away. I was holding him the entire time, rocking him, talking to him, and telling him how much I loved him. I begged him to stay and not to leave me. When he took his last breath, I began to sob. I knew it. I felt it. When we got to the vet, they said he likely had a seizure and that there was nothing anyone could have done to prevent it or help it. We opted for the cremation and return. We live in an apartment now, so burial wasn’t much of an option. We get to be reunited with him in a few days.
my heart is shattered. I can’t sleep. Every time I close my eyes I see him in the state he was in. My eyes hurt from crying. My entire head hurts with pressure. It feels like it’s going to explode. I keep thinking, “what if I saw him sooner? He was just fine 20 minuets before. He had just been given his dinner of lettuce & peppers.” I feel so so so guilty. My other two boys began to get excited and run around the cage, almost like they were looking for him when we came home. I know I have to be strong for them, because I’m still their mom, but it just hurts so bad. He saved me, but I couldn’t save him.
I miss you so much, Winston. I love you, you have no idea how much you meant to me.
tonight, around 10:15 PM (EST in America), I noticed what looked like a dog dreaming. He was on his side and legs were moving as if he was running. I picked him up, and he was limp. Barely breathing, we rushed him to the nearest emergency pet vet. Only to find out they didn’t do exotic pets. After several phone calls, we traveled to an office about 20 minuets away. I was holding him the entire time, rocking him, talking to him, and telling him how much I loved him. I begged him to stay and not to leave me. When he took his last breath, I began to sob. I knew it. I felt it. When we got to the vet, they said he likely had a seizure and that there was nothing anyone could have done to prevent it or help it. We opted for the cremation and return. We live in an apartment now, so burial wasn’t much of an option. We get to be reunited with him in a few days.
my heart is shattered. I can’t sleep. Every time I close my eyes I see him in the state he was in. My eyes hurt from crying. My entire head hurts with pressure. It feels like it’s going to explode. I keep thinking, “what if I saw him sooner? He was just fine 20 minuets before. He had just been given his dinner of lettuce & peppers.” I feel so so so guilty. My other two boys began to get excited and run around the cage, almost like they were looking for him when we came home. I know I have to be strong for them, because I’m still their mom, but it just hurts so bad. He saved me, but I couldn’t save him.
I miss you so much, Winston. I love you, you have no idea how much you meant to me.
Please don’t beat yourself up. There’s nothing more you could have done for him x
