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Junior Guinea Pig
Hi all piggy experts out there,
I cant name you because my spring was such a mess, but my hooman found so much advice in new and old threads about us tooth-pigs.
It started with a sharp tooth. Nothing severe at all. I was practically fine. Had some antibiotics because I also had an URI and... Well, I gentlemen dont talk about his diarrhea. But I didnt have the best appetite and became more and more lethargic. My hoomans gave me all kinds of mashed things and critical care from a syringe. Thats not normal, I said. I wasnt happy at all with that treatment.
I was really sick and my hoomans prepared for the worse, but I was strong enough to have my tooth fix. When I was sober from the sedation my main-hooman was a bit sceptical. I started to eat by myself but something was just off.
A second vet-visit (torture) was done, and I suddenly was put under GA again! No mental prepare, and this GA was a bit too heavy.
The vet was afraid I wouldnt wake up again. She took alot of tests on me, shaved my legs and belly and was very worried. I woke up, and I was really really drunk. In combination with my shaved legs it was a real hangover. I came home and ate like a horse. Like a drunk on McDonalds at 2am. My main-hooman just cried out of happiness.
Three months later both me, my buddy Bob and the hoomans has recovered a bit. Or, the truth is I havent popcorned this much since I was a baby boy. Its like I'm sososo happy to be alive and well!
Me and my hoomans are so grateful for all the advice we found on this forum. You guys literally saved my main-hooman from breaking apart with worries!
I will continue to eat alot of hay to trim my teeths the normal way. No more hangovers for me.
Also, my hoomans says it was so heartbreaking to see Bob all sad when I was at the vets. And the look on hos face when I returned home. Well, he tried to hump when I was completely wasted. I wasnt giving my consent at all. He also slept in my house when I was gone. It smelled like Bob!
But okay, Bob is my soulmate. 4,5 years of popcorn and rumble strutt and partly thanks to you guys we will get some more time together.
Love from Joe and his entourage
Guinea pig McDonalds after GA
Cant stand the smell of my own farts after some weeks with a critical care-diet
Waking up from GA number two. So wasted.
Critical care time. Very charming!
A very poorly little Joe. I look like a stuffed animal here, I know. Very cute!
I cant name you because my spring was such a mess, but my hooman found so much advice in new and old threads about us tooth-pigs.
It started with a sharp tooth. Nothing severe at all. I was practically fine. Had some antibiotics because I also had an URI and... Well, I gentlemen dont talk about his diarrhea. But I didnt have the best appetite and became more and more lethargic. My hoomans gave me all kinds of mashed things and critical care from a syringe. Thats not normal, I said. I wasnt happy at all with that treatment.
I was really sick and my hoomans prepared for the worse, but I was strong enough to have my tooth fix. When I was sober from the sedation my main-hooman was a bit sceptical. I started to eat by myself but something was just off.
A second vet-visit (torture) was done, and I suddenly was put under GA again! No mental prepare, and this GA was a bit too heavy.
The vet was afraid I wouldnt wake up again. She took alot of tests on me, shaved my legs and belly and was very worried. I woke up, and I was really really drunk. In combination with my shaved legs it was a real hangover. I came home and ate like a horse. Like a drunk on McDonalds at 2am. My main-hooman just cried out of happiness.
Three months later both me, my buddy Bob and the hoomans has recovered a bit. Or, the truth is I havent popcorned this much since I was a baby boy. Its like I'm sososo happy to be alive and well!
Me and my hoomans are so grateful for all the advice we found on this forum. You guys literally saved my main-hooman from breaking apart with worries!
I will continue to eat alot of hay to trim my teeths the normal way. No more hangovers for me.
Also, my hoomans says it was so heartbreaking to see Bob all sad when I was at the vets. And the look on hos face when I returned home. Well, he tried to hump when I was completely wasted. I wasnt giving my consent at all. He also slept in my house when I was gone. It smelled like Bob!
But okay, Bob is my soulmate. 4,5 years of popcorn and rumble strutt and partly thanks to you guys we will get some more time together.
Love from Joe and his entourage
Guinea pig McDonalds after GA
Cant stand the smell of my own farts after some weeks with a critical care-diet
Waking up from GA number two. So wasted.
Critical care time. Very charming!
A very poorly little Joe. I look like a stuffed animal here, I know. Very cute!
