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Weight Loss Eri

I really am sorry you have to go through this. But I do understand the need to know that you can do everything for her. Years ago, went pumpkin and scooter were both sick, I spent roughly $10,000 at the vet over a 7-month Span. I still lost them both anyway, but I wouldn't change a thing about the care I tried to provide for them.

I do hope Eri comes out of this none the worst for wear. There are obviously going to be challenges, and I hope very much that you both can overcome them.
 
And now it looks like my vet can’t do the surgery. She’s being advised not to do it, that Eri would be better off with the specialist doing it. I will have to take her back to the out of state vet hospital because no one in my state has monitoring capabilities and the ability to hospitalize her overnight. The company that owns the vet’s office is still going to pay for anything related to the kidney removal so that is good news. That still leaves the liver issue. My vet is going to look into what it entails to do a liver biopsy. I’m still scared to death. I have no choice, I have to have the surgery or Eri will die. She could die during or after surgery. The way that my Vets mentor was talking though, it would be riskier if I didn’t have the specialist do the surgery. I didn’t trust the resident at all. The specialist, I couldn’t get a read on. I was overwhelmed at the time but at least I didn’t get a bad impression of him.

I can usually tell if someone is trustworthy and my instincts are almost always correct. My vet says that the specialist himself is one of the best and actually wrote most of the veterinary books that she has. She will be requesting him to personally do the surgery and not the resident.

If I was a drinker I would be throwing a few back right about now. I don’t drink but I feel like throwing a few back.
 
Eri has an appointment Monday at 11am at the vet hospital. They’ll do a kidney panel and a CT scan. Tuesday she will have the surgery. The specialist is supposed to be performing the surgery and will do a liver biopsy while he’s operating. She will have to stay at least one night. It may be end of the week before she can come home. I’m already having separation anxiety. I know it’s better to have the specialist operate on her in a facility with the capability to monitor her closely but I am going to miss her and worry about her from over 200 miles away. I won’t be able to stay unfortunately since I have my kids and my other pets here. And not knowing how long she’ll have to stay would make it harder to plan for a hotel.
 
This is the hardest post I have had to write so far. Eri did not have the surgery yesterday. The vet specialist did a CT scan and bloodwork on her Monday. They did this under sedation. She did fine under sedation but had trouble waking up. They found cysts on her liver and one on her right kidney. They’re now saying that the hydronephrosis is likely not linked to the spay surgery but these cysts. She has an estimated 20% left of normal liver tissue. They believe that she likely would not survive surgery and it wouldn’t do any good. The vet believes it could be cancer and there is nothing anyone can do. I went back and brought her home. We will just love on her and spoil her and try to keep her comfortable. I fear that she will suffer before she leaves us and that I’ll have to make the decision to have her put down. I’ve never had to make a decision like this. All of my pets have always gone on their own. I don’t think I can do that. I struggle with the feeling that I’d be killing her and she would think that we don’t love her or want her anymore but we do love her and want her very much. This is so hard! My heart is broken. I am grieving for her and she’s still here, which is not fair to her or us.

Now I understand better why my dad chose not to tell us that he was dying and we didn’t find out until a week before he died. He didn’t want us to feel like this. I just want to hold her and make it better. But I can’t. This hurts so much!
 
I’m so sorry you received this diagnosis. It is so difficult to face something like this.

I had a similar situation many years ago with a dog. He had chronic urinary tract infections. We would get him treated and he’d be fine, then another one would flare up in a few months. The vet was checking a urinalysis on him and called me at home. The URI was cleared up, but there were T-cells in the urine. Our dog had bladder cancer. He was an older dog with the start of kidney disease so chemo wasn’t an option.

There I was, home alone and devastated by this diagnosis, and the vet said to me, “ Let’s not tell him. We just won’t tell him about the cancer.” That put it in perfect perspective. My dog had no idea anything was different today, or any of his other days.

Our pets don’t count days, or birthdays, or anniversaries. They don’t think about life as long or short, good or bad. They live in the moment with no plans for the future and no regrets about the past. While this is extremely difficult for us, the most important thing is we do is give our pets a comfortable quality life. When that’s no longer possible, it is an act of love and compassion to end their suffering.

Take care of yourself and Eri, and just take it one day at a time.
 
I completely understand how you feel. I am so very sorry that you both have to go through this. My heart breaks for you.

We never get enough time with our little ones. I have been faced with the same decision you are, several times now. It never, ever gets easier and I don't get over it. My first boy, Pooper, passed early one morning shortly before I woke up. I got up late that day, because I was miserable, and I wasn't there with him when he left. I've never forgiven myself for it.

Two cats I had, had to be let go. I thought, at the time, it was the hardest thing I'd ever done. I was so wrong. It seems to be so much more difficult with pigs. The rest of my pigs, whether having to be sent across the rainbow bridge or going across due to illness, have all passed away in the same exact place. On my chest, over my heart. I wanted them to hear my heartbeat, and know that they were in a safe place and loved beyond any doubt.

If nothing can be done for her, then just know that you HAVE done everything that you can and she knows that. Spoil her, love her and reinforce to her that you love her so very much. And you will know when it's time, when it comes to that. And if it does come, don't second guess yourself. Know that if you have to make that decision, it will be the kindest, most loving thing for her you can do. Until then, just love her.

We are all here with you, and we all understand how you're feeling. There is no question that it's the worst.
 
Thank you all for walking with me through this sad journey. I am feeling very helpless right now. I’ve never taken care of a guinea pig that I knew was going to leave me soon. I’ve lost two others but it was more understandable as they were elderly. It didn’t hurt any less but I was able to understand the whys. Eri is only three years old. She deserves so much better than this. I know that I’ve done all I can and am glad that I did. I would have been beating myself up if I didn’t. I just wish that it would have done her some good. She’s such a beautiful girl, inside and outside.
 
I can feel your pain. When Punkin and Scooter got sick, they were a month shy of their third birthday. They both have medical threads here, detailing the level of care they required. Those threads are extensive.

Punkin declined , slowly at first but around the 7th week it was very rapid. Not to go into too many details, I was awake with him all night, desperately trying to save him. I didn't know I couldn't. I had to make the decision in the morning, and a piece of me went with him. He was two weeks past his third birthday.

We managed to make his brother Scooter well again, but it took a further two months. During his entire illness, he would not drink willingly. Even when he recovered and got a new buddy just before Christmas, he wouldn't drink.

Due to his not drinking, he developed a bladder stone. We are not sure if it developed quickly or was simply hidden, but he had radiographs done two weeks before his passing, and there was nothing. Long story short, he peed blood at 10am and saw the vet at that afternoon. At that time they still didn't know what it was, and he was given fluids and Baytril injection and was to come back in the morning. He declined very rapidly after that and passed away on my chest at roughly 9pm that night. 3 1/2 years old.

I hear of pigs that live to 8, 10 and even 14 years old. So I feel cheated even though I know these are exceptions, not rules. The oldest pig I ever had was Sly, who was 3 months shy of 7. He developed dental issues just prior to his fifth birthday and over the next almost two years he endured 11 dental surgeries. Great care of pigs plays a hand in how long lived they are, but genetics plays just as big a hand if not bigger.

Rest assured its nothing you've done wrong, and nothing wrong with your care. Sometimes, even oftentimes.......nature has other ideas.
 

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