As some have read, Nibbler died from bloat (or what we assumed was). I thought my other, Ziggy, had it.
First, I’d like to share something with you before I give the results. A mini rant if you will.
Against the advisory of my uncle, who gave me a speech (on the day Nibbler died, keep that in mind. Really.) about how it’s NOT a good idea to take piggies to the vet because they’re JUST rodents. You can buy another and it’s not worth the money. Vets just want cash from you. Don’t waste your birthday money! And to let them die “naturally”....yes, that was said to me...on the day my Guinea pig died, two days before my birthday.
He had the audacity to say this to me while I was grieving. Are. You. ****ing. Kidding. Me.
So my mother and grandmother agreed with him. Obviously they don’t know that pets, big or small, can not be replaced like it’s...it’s a broken lamp. Ziggy, Robin, Bowie, Newt and Nibbler (R.I.P. I love you) all have their personalities and I love them for them. I care about their well being. I care because I love THEM. You can’t replace unique animals or people. They fail to see that and it’s just a rodent. I
had scheduled an appointment for Ziggy the day Nibbler died because I was paranoid and panicking. Then I went outside to see if my mom was ready (I can’t drive, I’m disabled.) and that’s when he said the wrong thing at the wrong time. I called and canceled the appointment and I cried so hard for almost an hour to the point I was nearly sick because of how horrible he was. Luckily he doesn’t live near us and when he left I immediately called the vet and scheduled and appointment again.
He gave me $20 for my birthday. I took that $20 and bought medicine for Ziggy.
Ziggy is fine. No bloat. A little gassy, which I got meds for, and some discomfort, which I got antibiotics for in case it’s an infection. The vet was great and understanding of my situation. I’m so glad he’s ok. My lil gassy ballon boy.



First, I’d like to share something with you before I give the results. A mini rant if you will.
Against the advisory of my uncle, who gave me a speech (on the day Nibbler died, keep that in mind. Really.) about how it’s NOT a good idea to take piggies to the vet because they’re JUST rodents. You can buy another and it’s not worth the money. Vets just want cash from you. Don’t waste your birthday money! And to let them die “naturally”....yes, that was said to me...on the day my Guinea pig died, two days before my birthday.
He had the audacity to say this to me while I was grieving. Are. You. ****ing. Kidding. Me.
So my mother and grandmother agreed with him. Obviously they don’t know that pets, big or small, can not be replaced like it’s...it’s a broken lamp. Ziggy, Robin, Bowie, Newt and Nibbler (R.I.P. I love you) all have their personalities and I love them for them. I care about their well being. I care because I love THEM. You can’t replace unique animals or people. They fail to see that and it’s just a rodent. I
had scheduled an appointment for Ziggy the day Nibbler died because I was paranoid and panicking. Then I went outside to see if my mom was ready (I can’t drive, I’m disabled.) and that’s when he said the wrong thing at the wrong time. I called and canceled the appointment and I cried so hard for almost an hour to the point I was nearly sick because of how horrible he was. Luckily he doesn’t live near us and when he left I immediately called the vet and scheduled and appointment again.
He gave me $20 for my birthday. I took that $20 and bought medicine for Ziggy.
Ziggy is fine. No bloat. A little gassy, which I got meds for, and some discomfort, which I got antibiotics for in case it’s an infection. The vet was great and understanding of my situation. I’m so glad he’s ok. My lil gassy ballon boy.
