Aryel
Junior Guinea Pig
- Joined
- Jun 27, 2017
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- 19
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My guinea pig is Ginger. I only had her for about 3 years until she died...It breaks my heart because my goal was to have her live a long 8 years maxed out life. Unfortunately, she got sick with respiratory problems and it didn't eat or drink and it breathed extremely fast. I knew something was wrong so I took it to the vet right away. The vet gave me Critical Care, an injection of medicine and vitamin C and some antibiotics to feed her manually. So, for 3 days I did exactly what the vet told me too. Then, on the fourth day, at 12:12PM 6/27/17, Ginger died. I took her out of the cage to feed her the medicine and just as the tip of the syringe touched her mouth she suddenly coughed and it sounded like she was throwing up but she died. Her legs and arms became limp and she dragged her body across the table and tried to run. She looked weak. After more running around limply, she turned over on her side and her breathing was still heavy. She layed down on the table and I pet her in tears until her last breath and then her body curled up. My mom put her hand on Ginger's body and she said she felt no heartbeat. By that time I was bawling and I kept on petting her dead body. I couldn't stop crying for the next hour. After her death I went to eat lunch, held my tears until I came home, and then when I came home I continued crying for an hour straight. I decided that it was time to stop crying but I swear if I think about Ginger just for a second in my mind, I can easily tear up. What bothered me more than her deat was the way she died. Is it normal the way she died? It was my first time experiencing a death right before my eyes. I had hopes that she would get better. I noticed her illness early and I took her to the vet. I made sure she was fed and she took her meds, but she ended up dying. So when I knew that she was in the dying process, I said "This is it. This is it. Shes gonna die. Shes honna die. I dont want her to die". What also bothered me was that I could so absolutely nothing. I said "the vet the vet" but I knew it was too late. After her death, guilt and regret bottled up inside of me. "I should've let her die in my arms, not on the table. What if she died uncomfortabley. I should've spent more time with her. I should've taken better care of her. I should have, I should have" Then I started to miss everything that I thought was annoying about her. Yes, she peef and pooped all over the place. She was a foodie and all she did was eat eat eat. She would always go explorjng when I took her out and never stayed still for cuddling. She was alwayyss hungry and cried for food. It wasn't untils he was sick that I started caring for her. It was my fault. I neglected her for a while. It goes on and off. I tell myself that I would take her and Brownie (my other piggy) outside the cage for playtime and food time everyday. I do that for 2 weeks and them I decide it is too much work. Then I neglect them for even longer and don't take them out and only go to feed them. I didn't even bother to clean the cage often. I wouldn't say I was an entirely bad owner, just not the best and not the most responible. I still loved my piggys. But school came and I just didn't have much time for them. So I vowed that during my summer vacation I would spend much more time with those 2 little piggys. Now there is only 1. For some reason, after Ginger died, I didn't realy enjoy being with just Brownie anymore. I missed Gingers personality. She wouldn't get scared when I walked past the cage and would literally just sit there on her fat butt and eat and just stare out the cage and us like "What are you looking at". I missed her lively self always running around. (I'm tearing up a bit again). Brownie is still super scared tho and just runs away when you walk by her cage. Ginger is my very first piggy and I think I kinda favor her. Still, I learned my lesson and am taking better care of Brownie. Sorry if this is suuuper long but I needed to let out my feelings.