Thank you everyone for every message, I really appreciate it. I miss him a lot, it’s really hard. I’ve had him since I was 14, I’m 21 now so he’s been by my side for lots of different times in my life. We took care of each other, and knowing that he needed me kept me going when things have been hard.
Part of me feels like I’ve failed him, like I should have picked up on something sooner. Little dealt with tummy problems for most of his life and we just got on with it. He had been on emeprid morning and night for many weeks due his bad tummy, he was having good poos in the day time and horrific poos in the night time so I was up every 2/3 hours in the night for just over a month sorting him out. His tummy would gurgle but then we gave him nystatin as prescribed for a yeast infection and it stopped gurgling but his poos never got better. We stopped the nystatin and the gurgling began again and persisted for maybe 2 weeks (basically until he died), we continued with the emeprid but stopped on about Saturday/Sunday as we felt there was some improvement. Then when I think back, I noticed Monday that Little’s breathing looked quite harsh on his sides but I just decided to keep my eye on it instead of act as he has become a very physical breather in his old age. So it seems like that was due to his tummy pain, maybe if I’d have carried on with the emeprid instead of stopping then maybe he would be okay. Or maybe I’ve just been prolonging the inevitable for quite some time. I’m just dealing with a hundred what-ifs, going over every scenario like it’s going to change something.
Then I feel like maybe I wasn’t paying enough attention to him because I’ve also been dealing with BB for just over a month who almost died twice and was diagnosed with bowel disease, Little and I hadn’t had our proper weekly (at least, usually a lot more) cuddles for about a month because I was just exhausted from getting up multiple times every night and taking care of both Little and BB that I feel like I forgot to love him in the process. Maybe I’m just rambling and overthinking, I’m just distraught.
I know it’s been a hard year for Little, and that this was on the cards sooner or later. Around this time last year, he dealt with his first jaw abscess and then around June he had his second. He’s been going for his teeth trimmed every 2/3 weeks since around March. His poos had been bad since June time and we’d been giving probiotics which helped a lot, then about December time they got bad again and probiotics wouldn’t help, then he was diagnosed with a yeast infection when his poos were better actually so Simon advised us to hold off treatment, then he had a problem where he was holding his pee in so wouldn’t eat or drink or anything, then he dealt with bladder sludge on and off, then his poos got really bad and we gave the nystatin and then his poos were still bad afterwards and then he had to be PTS.
He’s had a tough year, and this was a piggy who never got ill before this time last year. He’d dealt with a bad tummy nearly all his life but we managed it, and then he had an abscess on his back due to an infected scratch but that was it. He was 6 years and around 6 months when he died, so he’d gone over 5 years of never really being ill. It seems his age must have been catching up to him, and things started slowing down.
If I had taken him to be seen by the vet again earlier for his gurgly tummy maybe things would be different, but then last time they said it wasn’t anything to worry about. And also what more could they have done? I know Zantac was recalled so aside from emeprid which he was on (and cisapride which Little wasn’t on) what more could they have done that would have actually helped? Once we stopped giving the emeprid on Saturday/Sunday, Little’s gurgly tummy stopped so I thought things were making progress, but maybe it was because I’d stopped the gas moving its way out of the system. Maybe he’d still be here had I carried on, but as I said before maybe I was just delaying the inevitable. And maybe he was in some pain that we just didn’t see until the emeprid stopped. I suppose I could just keep going around in circles, I just hope he wasn’t in too much pain. The bad breathing at the start of this was pain related, but by the time we went back to the vets about 4 hours later fluid had also built up in his lungs due to the pressure on all the other organs. I’m just rambling at this point, I’m in the house on my own with all these thoughts going around my head.
Anyway, I just miss him a lot. And I hope he wasn’t in too much pain, and I hope he knew I loved him a lot even if we didn’t have our cuddles much this last month.
Again, thanks everyone for your kind words. He was an extra special piggy, and there will always be a Little-shaped hole in my heart.