Julie P.
New Born Pup
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Hello, long time (4 year) follower here, but I have never posted, until now.
My sweet, beautiful Abe passed away this morning. I'm devastated. He was the most gentle little pig I've ever known. I was lucky enough to adopt Abe 1 1/2 yrs ago from a rescue in Indiana (I live in Kentucky), when my girl Oreo passed away. Rocky, my other piggy, needed a companion. Abe immediately caught my eye, with his crazy hair and quiet demeanor.
Rocky and Abe didn't hit it off right away, and never really did get on famously (two boars...each wanted to be king...*Sigh*), but they hung together whenever they grazed outside, and chatted to each other while inside.
Abe was definitely a lap pig. He'd let me hold him, stroke him, and brush him, never complaining...unless he had to pee...he was chivalrous enough to let me know in advance that it was coming! He had beautiful, long brindle fur, which I often teased into a fan. He didn't seem to mind. He let me trim his nails without a complaint, either...he just went with the flow.
Abe was mostly a healthy guy, but earlier this month, he suddenly stopped eating. Since I've had pigs for so long, I knew what to do: Critical Care and pedialyte, and I immediately took him to the vet, where we were given the usual treatment of reglan and cisapride, plus Baytril. He quickly recovered, and we finished up the 14-day Baytril prescription this weekend.
But on Monday he suddenly stopped eating again. His poo stopped, as well. So I gave him a dose of reglan and cisapride, and gave him the usual amounts of Critical Care. He took it all well, and by Christmas morning he was his old self again. Eating voraciously, and pooping like a champ. All was right with the world.
This morning, however, my world partially ended. My husband woke me to tell me that Abe was lying on his side, crying. I rushed in there, and while I waited the agonizing 2 hours for the vet to open, I lay with him under the blankets to keep him warm.
But it was too late. He was almost gone by the time I got to the vet. They put him in oxygen...and 15 minutes later the vet came in to tell me he had passed.
I can't stop crying...Abe was my sweet little man. The only comfort I have is knowing that he lived the second half of his life in a loving, attentive home. But it seems so unfair. He was only 3 1/2 years old.
Abe, now you can eat all the cucumbers and romaine lettuce your little heart desires. I hope you know how much your mommy loves you. Please wait for me on the other side of the Rainbow Bridge with Oreo. I will miss you so, so much.
My sweet, beautiful Abe passed away this morning. I'm devastated. He was the most gentle little pig I've ever known. I was lucky enough to adopt Abe 1 1/2 yrs ago from a rescue in Indiana (I live in Kentucky), when my girl Oreo passed away. Rocky, my other piggy, needed a companion. Abe immediately caught my eye, with his crazy hair and quiet demeanor.
Rocky and Abe didn't hit it off right away, and never really did get on famously (two boars...each wanted to be king...*Sigh*), but they hung together whenever they grazed outside, and chatted to each other while inside.
Abe was definitely a lap pig. He'd let me hold him, stroke him, and brush him, never complaining...unless he had to pee...he was chivalrous enough to let me know in advance that it was coming! He had beautiful, long brindle fur, which I often teased into a fan. He didn't seem to mind. He let me trim his nails without a complaint, either...he just went with the flow.
Abe was mostly a healthy guy, but earlier this month, he suddenly stopped eating. Since I've had pigs for so long, I knew what to do: Critical Care and pedialyte, and I immediately took him to the vet, where we were given the usual treatment of reglan and cisapride, plus Baytril. He quickly recovered, and we finished up the 14-day Baytril prescription this weekend.
But on Monday he suddenly stopped eating again. His poo stopped, as well. So I gave him a dose of reglan and cisapride, and gave him the usual amounts of Critical Care. He took it all well, and by Christmas morning he was his old self again. Eating voraciously, and pooping like a champ. All was right with the world.
This morning, however, my world partially ended. My husband woke me to tell me that Abe was lying on his side, crying. I rushed in there, and while I waited the agonizing 2 hours for the vet to open, I lay with him under the blankets to keep him warm.
But it was too late. He was almost gone by the time I got to the vet. They put him in oxygen...and 15 minutes later the vet came in to tell me he had passed.
I can't stop crying...Abe was my sweet little man. The only comfort I have is knowing that he lived the second half of his life in a loving, attentive home. But it seems so unfair. He was only 3 1/2 years old.
Abe, now you can eat all the cucumbers and romaine lettuce your little heart desires. I hope you know how much your mommy loves you. Please wait for me on the other side of the Rainbow Bridge with Oreo. I will miss you so, so much.
x
Sleep tight little one x
