Karee Haney
New Born Pup
Hi!
I'm new to this website so, please, bear with me.
I lost my boy Originally named Fender but somehow throughout our time together became Bubs/Chunky.
I had him from February of 2021 where I got him as an adult from a family friend and he passed during March of 2024.
Though we had a short 3 years together he became the love the love of my life. My mother had taken them in and given them to me. I had no idea what I was doing but then and to this day so I research and learn more about them. They went from a meager 3-4 sq ft cage to 21 sq ft. Strict pellet diet to Timothy hay and different types of hay hand made enrichment toys, and lots of lots of fresh veggies. His brother, Gibson (Gibbi) is still with me and has friends. I love him but my Bubs was so special. He would react to my stories and how my voice altered or changed. He would, literally, jump to me, kiss me, snuggle with me, and when he could tell I felt sad, even snuggled to take a nap with me. He was so unique. Since then I have adopted (10) more Guinea Pigs, 8 of which are still living, and Degus (4), 3 of which are still living, those that have passed have been due to illness related before our time together, but no one came before my Chunk. It's been a couple months and I still yearn for him. I think about him multiple times a day and cry. I've read other threads, but I can't seem to get past this. My most resent are 5 girls I rescued from a horrible breeder that was getting out of the business due to hay allergies. I love them, but I hate myself for this adoption as if I had moved on from my baby. I miss him so so much and I can't even put into words to explain my emotions to friends and family. I am lucky. They all listen to me and support me as I have seen others relatives do not. But still, I can't explain the hole in my heart. My OG 2 boys (Fender and Gibson) saved me as soon after I received them I fell into a deep depression due to loss of multiple family members and a relationship. The piggies saved my life. I can't explain it and I didn't fully care about them at the time the way I do now, but I couldn't physically get out of bed to do anything for days. I didn't soil myself, because I didn't have the need to use a restroom. For nearly a week I didn't pee/defecate, ear or drink water. I couldn't do anything. I couldn't sleep much either, a little but not a lot. Then my mom brought into my room (from my living room) and when I spoke even though I didn't have much of a voice, Fender wheeked for me. After that it was game over. All I could think about was them. I'd force myself to out of bed, which didn't seem possible before hand, and took care of them. He was the light and love of my life. I know this means nothing to anybody because I can't donate the way I feel so someone can understand, but he passed due to Leukemia. We thought we caught it early enough as I handled him and loved him everyday and noticed his swollen lymph nodes asap, but it wasn't enough and it's not really curable unless you remove the full area which is hard to do. But we thought (me and my exotics vet who also owns piggies) we could save him and that he was going to make it. I picked him up from the vet one day during a break from work and took him home. We spent a couple minutes together and I just knew that he wouldn't be there when I got home, but I tried to be optimistic. I went back to work and kept happy thoughts. When it was time to go home, the feeling hit me again, he wasn't going to be there. On my way home, the closer I got, the feeling got worse. As I walked up the stairs to my apartment, which he usually started the whole group wheeling when he heard my footsteps coming up them, it was silent. As I walked into my apartment, which is when he would start getting exceptionally loud, it was still dead silent. I knew before I left the apartment, and I knew it then, that he was not there. I walked into there room to see him laying on his side. From the temperature from his body he has probably passed not long after I left. I miss him so much and this is the first time I am able to fully write this out. I've had time and it is still so hard. I take good care of, but resent the new girls I've adopted because I miss him so much and refuse to let another even try to take his place. I got the new girls covered in ringworm (missing half their hair), completely emaciated (spine, ribs, and all bones showing through their hair), and given them space (15-20 of them, some babies, kept in a Midwestern cage, 4 adults and the rest babies) they had all picked on each other due to insufficient food or hay as well as space, obviously, many are missing half of their ear and have scabs which are now healing. I care for them, but I miss my baby boy.
All I want is for someone to hear me, give me their experiences, and possible even advice. I need help. I feel like most of my soul died with him. It makes me sick to my stomach when I think of him. I even did the math and for the animals I had at the time, it was a 14% chance that out of all of them, he got Lychemia. As HORRIBLE as it sounds, and I love them all, I wish it was anyone but him. Please, don't judge me. This was my baby, my Chunky Chunky.
I'm new to this website so, please, bear with me.
I lost my boy Originally named Fender but somehow throughout our time together became Bubs/Chunky.
I had him from February of 2021 where I got him as an adult from a family friend and he passed during March of 2024.
Though we had a short 3 years together he became the love the love of my life. My mother had taken them in and given them to me. I had no idea what I was doing but then and to this day so I research and learn more about them. They went from a meager 3-4 sq ft cage to 21 sq ft. Strict pellet diet to Timothy hay and different types of hay hand made enrichment toys, and lots of lots of fresh veggies. His brother, Gibson (Gibbi) is still with me and has friends. I love him but my Bubs was so special. He would react to my stories and how my voice altered or changed. He would, literally, jump to me, kiss me, snuggle with me, and when he could tell I felt sad, even snuggled to take a nap with me. He was so unique. Since then I have adopted (10) more Guinea Pigs, 8 of which are still living, and Degus (4), 3 of which are still living, those that have passed have been due to illness related before our time together, but no one came before my Chunk. It's been a couple months and I still yearn for him. I think about him multiple times a day and cry. I've read other threads, but I can't seem to get past this. My most resent are 5 girls I rescued from a horrible breeder that was getting out of the business due to hay allergies. I love them, but I hate myself for this adoption as if I had moved on from my baby. I miss him so so much and I can't even put into words to explain my emotions to friends and family. I am lucky. They all listen to me and support me as I have seen others relatives do not. But still, I can't explain the hole in my heart. My OG 2 boys (Fender and Gibson) saved me as soon after I received them I fell into a deep depression due to loss of multiple family members and a relationship. The piggies saved my life. I can't explain it and I didn't fully care about them at the time the way I do now, but I couldn't physically get out of bed to do anything for days. I didn't soil myself, because I didn't have the need to use a restroom. For nearly a week I didn't pee/defecate, ear or drink water. I couldn't do anything. I couldn't sleep much either, a little but not a lot. Then my mom brought into my room (from my living room) and when I spoke even though I didn't have much of a voice, Fender wheeked for me. After that it was game over. All I could think about was them. I'd force myself to out of bed, which didn't seem possible before hand, and took care of them. He was the light and love of my life. I know this means nothing to anybody because I can't donate the way I feel so someone can understand, but he passed due to Leukemia. We thought we caught it early enough as I handled him and loved him everyday and noticed his swollen lymph nodes asap, but it wasn't enough and it's not really curable unless you remove the full area which is hard to do. But we thought (me and my exotics vet who also owns piggies) we could save him and that he was going to make it. I picked him up from the vet one day during a break from work and took him home. We spent a couple minutes together and I just knew that he wouldn't be there when I got home, but I tried to be optimistic. I went back to work and kept happy thoughts. When it was time to go home, the feeling hit me again, he wasn't going to be there. On my way home, the closer I got, the feeling got worse. As I walked up the stairs to my apartment, which he usually started the whole group wheeling when he heard my footsteps coming up them, it was silent. As I walked into my apartment, which is when he would start getting exceptionally loud, it was still dead silent. I knew before I left the apartment, and I knew it then, that he was not there. I walked into there room to see him laying on his side. From the temperature from his body he has probably passed not long after I left. I miss him so much and this is the first time I am able to fully write this out. I've had time and it is still so hard. I take good care of, but resent the new girls I've adopted because I miss him so much and refuse to let another even try to take his place. I got the new girls covered in ringworm (missing half their hair), completely emaciated (spine, ribs, and all bones showing through their hair), and given them space (15-20 of them, some babies, kept in a Midwestern cage, 4 adults and the rest babies) they had all picked on each other due to insufficient food or hay as well as space, obviously, many are missing half of their ear and have scabs which are now healing. I care for them, but I miss my baby boy.
All I want is for someone to hear me, give me their experiences, and possible even advice. I need help. I feel like most of my soul died with him. It makes me sick to my stomach when I think of him. I even did the math and for the animals I had at the time, it was a 14% chance that out of all of them, he got Lychemia. As HORRIBLE as it sounds, and I love them all, I wish it was anyone but him. Please, don't judge me. This was my baby, my Chunky Chunky.
