LuckyStrike
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My guinea pig Bear died today. He had been feeling unwell for the past week so I made the decision to put him down to spare him any more pain and suffering. He was an older piggy. I never knew his exact age since I got him from the animal shelter almost two years ago( the vet suspected between 4 and 5). Someone found him wandering around their shop. We assumed someone must’ve dumped him outside. His story touched me so I drove down to the shelter to adopt him. I had guinea pigs before but it had been quite some time since I had one. The second I saw him I fell in love with him. We named him Bear after Bear Grylls because he was a survivor.
He was different from any guinea pig I ever had. There was no shy part about him. If you walked past his cage he would come up to greet you. He had the loudest pair of lungs out of any guinea pig I ever had. It scared the hell out of my mom the first time we heard him squeak for some carrots. He used to squeak so loud he would open his little mouth like he was trying to project his squeak. He would hear me or my parents getting ready in the morning and he would already be waiting for us when we walked down the hallway.
Bear also loved attention. He loved being held and would climb up my chest to come sit by my neck. He purred a lot...but he also purred whenever we gave him a snack too.
Bear was definitely the toughest pig I ever had as well. Last March he had bladder stones and came close to dying if we hadn’t had the surgery. He quickly bounced back from the surgery and was back to normal in no time which I know doesn’t always happen for guinea pigs. A few months later he had a tumor and had yet another surgery to get rid of that which was also successful. He was back to his happy hungry self. A couple months ago he had some lung congestion and was prescribed medication to help with that which worked in a couple days.
However, this time was different. We gave him the medication but he didn’t bounce back like before. He stopped hopping around the cage, he stopped being his loud self, he stopped coming out of the house, and eventually he stopping eating and drinking as much and he also stopped going to the bathroom. The vet sat us down and told us he was a tough pig but that he was old and his kidneys were distressed. He told us there wasn’t anything he could do and that we could just take him home and try to finish his medication. However, last night he looked really tired, his fur was falling out, and he started wheezing so I made the decision to take him to the vet to put him down. It was a really hard decision to make because I love him so much and want him to stay here forever but I knew it wasn't right to let him starve himself to death. So, at least, he died peacefully and I can take some comfort in that.
So thank you Bear for brightening up my day by making me smile and laugh. Thank you for making me happy to be home after a tough day at work. Thank you for making everyone happier. I’ll miss you forever.
He was different from any guinea pig I ever had. There was no shy part about him. If you walked past his cage he would come up to greet you. He had the loudest pair of lungs out of any guinea pig I ever had. It scared the hell out of my mom the first time we heard him squeak for some carrots. He used to squeak so loud he would open his little mouth like he was trying to project his squeak. He would hear me or my parents getting ready in the morning and he would already be waiting for us when we walked down the hallway.
Bear also loved attention. He loved being held and would climb up my chest to come sit by my neck. He purred a lot...but he also purred whenever we gave him a snack too.
Bear was definitely the toughest pig I ever had as well. Last March he had bladder stones and came close to dying if we hadn’t had the surgery. He quickly bounced back from the surgery and was back to normal in no time which I know doesn’t always happen for guinea pigs. A few months later he had a tumor and had yet another surgery to get rid of that which was also successful. He was back to his happy hungry self. A couple months ago he had some lung congestion and was prescribed medication to help with that which worked in a couple days.
However, this time was different. We gave him the medication but he didn’t bounce back like before. He stopped hopping around the cage, he stopped being his loud self, he stopped coming out of the house, and eventually he stopping eating and drinking as much and he also stopped going to the bathroom. The vet sat us down and told us he was a tough pig but that he was old and his kidneys were distressed. He told us there wasn’t anything he could do and that we could just take him home and try to finish his medication. However, last night he looked really tired, his fur was falling out, and he started wheezing so I made the decision to take him to the vet to put him down. It was a really hard decision to make because I love him so much and want him to stay here forever but I knew it wasn't right to let him starve himself to death. So, at least, he died peacefully and I can take some comfort in that.
So thank you Bear for brightening up my day by making me smile and laugh. Thank you for making me happy to be home after a tough day at work. Thank you for making everyone happier. I’ll miss you forever.
