Hi everyone,
Hope you are all well. I have just signed up to this forum so I can speak with other piggy lovers and share experiences and get advice.
My wife and I have kept two lovely Guinea Pigs, Cairo and Caesar, since we moved in together nearly 8 years ago. They have always lived in the hallway under the stairs (Don't worry, not like Harry Potter! Under the stairs is open plan so they have a lovely big run and home to enjoy).
Here is a picture of our lovely boys
Caesar is on the left, Cairo on the right. Caesar is the loud and naughty one, where as Cairo is the quiet, scared one (but he is the boss). They became part of our every day life, and of course living right next to us every day joined in on all aspects of our home life. For 7.5 years old, they were still the same happy wigglies with their own distinctive personalities, we love them so much. We don't handle them much, so they are not overly fond of cuddles, but still they are very much part of our little family.
I came home from work last Wednesday (I get home before my wife) to give them a clean out, started to take some of the hay out of the run. Cairo ran into the hut as he normally does, but Caesar just lead there staring at me not moving (he usually gets excited about being cleaned out). I noticed that he tried to get away from me but there was lots of hay tangled around his two back legs. I held him gently and untangled the hay, after which he tried to run away but his two back legs were hanging from the side of him and he was pulling himself with his two front legs.
This was immediately upsetting so I picked him up and separated him from Cairo (I have seen Cairo get a bit aggressive before when Caesar has been poorly so I wanted to make sure he was ok). I packed a nice safe box with fresh hay for him and took him down the to vets. The vet said he wasn't sure what had caused this, but was confident he could resolve the leg issues as Caesar still seemed quite high-spirited. The vet gave him a shot of anti-inflammatory and told us to come back in two days.
We kept Caesar from his bother still, and also because we didn't want him to try to walk around too much and get tangled with hay again from waking in circles. We noticed that he quickly started to appear quite glum, and we had to introduce him to his water and food because he wasn't going the drink or eat voluntarily. He also stopped eating hay, which was very worrying because fresh hay was always his favourite thing. He did have a little drink every so often, and had a nibble of some celery but that was it. My wife and I made sure we got up every 2 hours throughout the night and day to make sure he had a drink and something to eat, most of the time he refused.
We took him back to the vet 2 days later, and explained everything to the vet. The vet stated that he could seem some improvement as Caesar was starting to pull his leg back in when it was extended out by the vet, and that we was consciously aware of where his legs were, which was good. We were again to take him back in 2 days
From then on things got worse quick quickly. We tried to feed him and give him water via a syringe which the doctor recommended. We tried to give him vitamin C, his favourite celery and hay, but he wouldn't eat. We could get the food in his mouth but he wouldn't chew or grind his teeth and it just feel out the side. When we tried to get him to drink he would put his mouth on the water bottle but just stop and stare, like he had forgotten how to drink. Then each time we tried to give him anything he would turn his head away or bury his face. It was impossible, we tried everything. He became very weak, had lost quite a bit of weight and wasn't able to poo. We had to help him with that too, which wasn't very dignified for an old piggy. He would spend the time just lead there, not even trying to get up, and it was breaking our hearts.
After a few days we just spent our time cuddling him wondering if we should make the decision to PTS. Eventually we decided to take him to the vet as his quality of life was practically non-existent and he seemed to be suffering with breathing. We had mentally prepared ourselves for this, which as you probably know or can appreciate is a heart-breaking thing to do. We eventually got around to seeing the vet who knew about the decision we had mad. He then said to us that neurologically he thought Caesar hade made an improvement because his leg had more spring in it, and that he thought he could save him by injecting him with some painkillers and seeing how he progressed. This made my wife very upset as she now didn't know what to do. We said to the vet that our beloved Caesar was not the same animal anymore, it is like he had given up, would not eat or drink, and couldn't go to the toilet or look after himself anymore. I explained that he didn't have any quality of life anymore and that he was dying in front of us and we didn't want him to suffer anymore, it wasn't fair on him. He couldn't stand up or walk, and his breathing had become noisy and heavy. He was disorientated. The vet replied "I can save him though". I really didn't think it was possible, and I couldn't bear to see our little boy suffer anymore. My wife is heavily pregnant, breaking her heart over Caesar. and I made the decision to have him PTS.
We stayed with him whilst he has heavily sedated by the vet, we wanted to stay with him so he wasn't scared and that we could say goodbye. when he was under heavy sedation we left him with the vet and went home to prepare the garden for him to come back and finally rest. I picked him up 45 minutes later, and took him home. We had a cry and buried him in a special place in the back garden and are in the process of getting some lovely plants and flowers around his burial spot (my wife is a florist so it will look amazing!). He is now resting there, and we are making sure his brother Cairo is ok.
I have been haunted by the decision I made. I love Caesar so much, I did what I thought was the best thing for him because I loved him. It wasn't fair for a nearly 8 year old Guinea Pig to have to go through this, but what the vet said about keeping him alive has played on my mind and I am so upset about it. Our house is very quiet now, apart from the odd shout from Cairo asking for his tea. We will have a new addition to the family soon with the arrival of our little girl, but we will always miss Caesar.
Sorry this was so long, but I wanted to share this with others because my friends don't really understand, I have been getting "it's only a guinea pig" quite a lot which is really upsetting. if anyone has been through anything similar I would love to know if I did the right thing, it might help me with closure.
One last picture, Cairo on the left this time, Caesar on the right
Thanks everyone
Russ xx
Hope you are all well. I have just signed up to this forum so I can speak with other piggy lovers and share experiences and get advice.
My wife and I have kept two lovely Guinea Pigs, Cairo and Caesar, since we moved in together nearly 8 years ago. They have always lived in the hallway under the stairs (Don't worry, not like Harry Potter! Under the stairs is open plan so they have a lovely big run and home to enjoy).
Here is a picture of our lovely boys
Caesar is on the left, Cairo on the right. Caesar is the loud and naughty one, where as Cairo is the quiet, scared one (but he is the boss). They became part of our every day life, and of course living right next to us every day joined in on all aspects of our home life. For 7.5 years old, they were still the same happy wigglies with their own distinctive personalities, we love them so much. We don't handle them much, so they are not overly fond of cuddles, but still they are very much part of our little family.
I came home from work last Wednesday (I get home before my wife) to give them a clean out, started to take some of the hay out of the run. Cairo ran into the hut as he normally does, but Caesar just lead there staring at me not moving (he usually gets excited about being cleaned out). I noticed that he tried to get away from me but there was lots of hay tangled around his two back legs. I held him gently and untangled the hay, after which he tried to run away but his two back legs were hanging from the side of him and he was pulling himself with his two front legs.
This was immediately upsetting so I picked him up and separated him from Cairo (I have seen Cairo get a bit aggressive before when Caesar has been poorly so I wanted to make sure he was ok). I packed a nice safe box with fresh hay for him and took him down the to vets. The vet said he wasn't sure what had caused this, but was confident he could resolve the leg issues as Caesar still seemed quite high-spirited. The vet gave him a shot of anti-inflammatory and told us to come back in two days.
We kept Caesar from his bother still, and also because we didn't want him to try to walk around too much and get tangled with hay again from waking in circles. We noticed that he quickly started to appear quite glum, and we had to introduce him to his water and food because he wasn't going the drink or eat voluntarily. He also stopped eating hay, which was very worrying because fresh hay was always his favourite thing. He did have a little drink every so often, and had a nibble of some celery but that was it. My wife and I made sure we got up every 2 hours throughout the night and day to make sure he had a drink and something to eat, most of the time he refused.
We took him back to the vet 2 days later, and explained everything to the vet. The vet stated that he could seem some improvement as Caesar was starting to pull his leg back in when it was extended out by the vet, and that we was consciously aware of where his legs were, which was good. We were again to take him back in 2 days
From then on things got worse quick quickly. We tried to feed him and give him water via a syringe which the doctor recommended. We tried to give him vitamin C, his favourite celery and hay, but he wouldn't eat. We could get the food in his mouth but he wouldn't chew or grind his teeth and it just feel out the side. When we tried to get him to drink he would put his mouth on the water bottle but just stop and stare, like he had forgotten how to drink. Then each time we tried to give him anything he would turn his head away or bury his face. It was impossible, we tried everything. He became very weak, had lost quite a bit of weight and wasn't able to poo. We had to help him with that too, which wasn't very dignified for an old piggy. He would spend the time just lead there, not even trying to get up, and it was breaking our hearts.
After a few days we just spent our time cuddling him wondering if we should make the decision to PTS. Eventually we decided to take him to the vet as his quality of life was practically non-existent and he seemed to be suffering with breathing. We had mentally prepared ourselves for this, which as you probably know or can appreciate is a heart-breaking thing to do. We eventually got around to seeing the vet who knew about the decision we had mad. He then said to us that neurologically he thought Caesar hade made an improvement because his leg had more spring in it, and that he thought he could save him by injecting him with some painkillers and seeing how he progressed. This made my wife very upset as she now didn't know what to do. We said to the vet that our beloved Caesar was not the same animal anymore, it is like he had given up, would not eat or drink, and couldn't go to the toilet or look after himself anymore. I explained that he didn't have any quality of life anymore and that he was dying in front of us and we didn't want him to suffer anymore, it wasn't fair on him. He couldn't stand up or walk, and his breathing had become noisy and heavy. He was disorientated. The vet replied "I can save him though". I really didn't think it was possible, and I couldn't bear to see our little boy suffer anymore. My wife is heavily pregnant, breaking her heart over Caesar. and I made the decision to have him PTS.
We stayed with him whilst he has heavily sedated by the vet, we wanted to stay with him so he wasn't scared and that we could say goodbye. when he was under heavy sedation we left him with the vet and went home to prepare the garden for him to come back and finally rest. I picked him up 45 minutes later, and took him home. We had a cry and buried him in a special place in the back garden and are in the process of getting some lovely plants and flowers around his burial spot (my wife is a florist so it will look amazing!). He is now resting there, and we are making sure his brother Cairo is ok.
I have been haunted by the decision I made. I love Caesar so much, I did what I thought was the best thing for him because I loved him. It wasn't fair for a nearly 8 year old Guinea Pig to have to go through this, but what the vet said about keeping him alive has played on my mind and I am so upset about it. Our house is very quiet now, apart from the odd shout from Cairo asking for his tea. We will have a new addition to the family soon with the arrival of our little girl, but we will always miss Caesar.
Sorry this was so long, but I wanted to share this with others because my friends don't really understand, I have been getting "it's only a guinea pig" quite a lot which is really upsetting. if anyone has been through anything similar I would love to know if I did the right thing, it might help me with closure.
One last picture, Cairo on the left this time, Caesar on the right
Thanks everyone
Russ xx
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