Josie_lg
Junior Guinea Pig
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- Apr 23, 2020
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I lost my sweet poppy on Tuesday 8 days after a cystotomy and hernia repair which despite a difficult first couple of days she made it through. Only to suffer a stroke on the Saturday, make it through that but just not get back to how she was before. She’d eat tiny amounts very occasionally but didn’t poop for nearly 24 hours, would barely walk and her belly was so sore, she would cry when you touched it and she developed a chest infection. The first 24 hours after the stroke I was so hopefully she ate so well and seemed good. Monday night she ate hay on her own, I was so happy and I felt that finally we were going to get through this. Tuesday morning she stopped eating again and she finally passed a couple of poops but they were so sharp and dry they felt like rocks. We took her to the vets and he still had hope for her. He said he didn’t feel she’d given up yet and advised a bupe injection as all around the surgical site she was comfy it was her guts that were causing her extreme pain. He changed antibiotics and upped her gut stimulant meds. I was nervous about bupe as I had explained to him that when she had it in the past she was very zoned out and off her food. But she was in so much pain and the gabapentin wasn’t helping her much at all at this point. So she had the bupe in the hopes it would make her comfier and we’d be able to get her meds in without her spitting them out and by the time the spaced out episode had warned off she may have improved.
15 hours later she passed away in my arms with buttercup by her side. By the evening she was in almost a comatosed state she was barely aware of anything and couldn’t move. I have this intense and painful guilt that if we hadn’t given the bupe injection maybe she would have made it. My mum doesn’t think she would have, she feels the stroke just caused some sort of damage to her body and it was going to happen soon despite the bupe injection. But all that keeps going through my brain is I wish we didn’t give the bupe injection maybe she could have pulled through. But again my mums been saying if we didn’t give the bupe and she had passed away we would have regretted that too.
I’m just so lost. How can a piggie so full of life and love be gone. She was so so special to me. Her soft crest and her beautiful expressionate eyes, the way all she wanted was to be held and kissed and scratched under the chin or behind her ears. My heart is completely shattered. 3 years isn’t long enough. I’m trying to be strong for the other three that are left but I feel like I’m loosing my bond with them. Everything just feels so wrong and unbalanced without her here. I keep thinking I’m going to wake up from the terrible nightmare, I just cannot grasp that I’ll never get to see and hold her again.
15 hours later she passed away in my arms with buttercup by her side. By the evening she was in almost a comatosed state she was barely aware of anything and couldn’t move. I have this intense and painful guilt that if we hadn’t given the bupe injection maybe she would have made it. My mum doesn’t think she would have, she feels the stroke just caused some sort of damage to her body and it was going to happen soon despite the bupe injection. But all that keeps going through my brain is I wish we didn’t give the bupe injection maybe she could have pulled through. But again my mums been saying if we didn’t give the bupe and she had passed away we would have regretted that too.
I’m just so lost. How can a piggie so full of life and love be gone. She was so so special to me. Her soft crest and her beautiful expressionate eyes, the way all she wanted was to be held and kissed and scratched under the chin or behind her ears. My heart is completely shattered. 3 years isn’t long enough. I’m trying to be strong for the other three that are left but I feel like I’m loosing my bond with them. Everything just feels so wrong and unbalanced without her here. I keep thinking I’m going to wake up from the terrible nightmare, I just cannot grasp that I’ll never get to see and hold her again.