Mastershroom
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Cavy Slave
- Joined
- Feb 19, 2012
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- Joined
- Feb 19, 2012
- Messages
- 843
We had the vet put Quee to sleep this morning. Last night she started making these painful strained squeaks, so we put her in her own cage to keep an eye on her. When we woke up today, she hadn't pooped, so we took her to the vet. It turns out she had a giant bladder stone (like, big even by human standards), and required $400 surgery plus medications to remove it, and the vet said it would be a very risky procedure even on a younger, healthier pig.
Here's a photo of her X-ray. The white egg-shaped thing is the stone, which caused her a lot of internal blockage and pain, as well as some bleeding.
She was 7 years old, and the vet said she couldn't deny it was a very risky procedure even on a younger healthier pig. So we had the option of bringing her home with some pain meds and try to keep her comfortable until she died, or just get it over with and let it happen quickly. So we said our goodbyes and they're going to bury her.
She was a cranky old bitch even at the best of times. She despised being petted, held, touched, looked at, or otherwise interacted with in any way other than being handed food that she would grab and run off with. But today at the office today she was uncharacteristically peaceful (or just too weak to fight, but let me keep my delusion!), and it was sad to let her go.
She is survived by Kwee (aka Little), Curly, Cuddles and Kelly, who will hopefully give us many more years before putting us through this again. Godspeed, Big Quee, and may you chatter and nip at everyone else in pig heaven.
Here's a photo of her X-ray. The white egg-shaped thing is the stone, which caused her a lot of internal blockage and pain, as well as some bleeding.
She was 7 years old, and the vet said she couldn't deny it was a very risky procedure even on a younger healthier pig. So we had the option of bringing her home with some pain meds and try to keep her comfortable until she died, or just get it over with and let it happen quickly. So we said our goodbyes and they're going to bury her.
She was a cranky old bitch even at the best of times. She despised being petted, held, touched, looked at, or otherwise interacted with in any way other than being handed food that she would grab and run off with. But today at the office today she was uncharacteristically peaceful (or just too weak to fight, but let me keep my delusion!), and it was sad to let her go.
She is survived by Kwee (aka Little), Curly, Cuddles and Kelly, who will hopefully give us many more years before putting us through this again. Godspeed, Big Quee, and may you chatter and nip at everyone else in pig heaven.