Agent 27 (witherwings7) wrote,
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Rest in Peace

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Rest In Peace Gizmo

Gizmo died. I kept telling him to hold on and fight it for just a few hours longer...then he would be at the vet and would be on medication.
I had him in bed with me. He was lying on a hot waterbottle. He kept gasping for breath. I told him to fight. When he started spasming I told him that he could go. I knew he was drowning in his own liquids and I couldn't do anything about it. I debated shoving a tube down his throat with a baloon to suction the water out, like they do with near-drowned victims. But I'm not a doctor...or a vet and this was real life and not a book. I knew I would probably end up killing him instead of helping. I would either burst his lungs or it would go down the wrong tube and I would puncture his stomach.
So I just held him while he spasmed. It was horribly familier ground since I held my dear rat Hamlet the same way while she drowned back on December 3, 2003. His lungs shut down and he spasmed a little longer and was still. His heart still beat a bit but I knew it would also cease after a few minutes. This was 3:08am
It's now 3:28am
I held him a little longer not believing he was gone. He was very skinny. Not the reasonably chubby pig I rescued from the trashcan two Thursday's ago. This happened suddenly. He was fine yesterday morning (Sunday) and went to the vet for another checkup. He was fine....or everybody thought he was fine. I went to go take him out of his cage earlier....around 3pm and saw that he had crusty eyes and was chirping on every breath. I knew he was sick. The vets were closed and I just didn't have the money for an emergancy vet. I wanted to take him but I just didn't have the $500 minimum for them to say "we can't do anything for him. That will be $500"
I made sure he took in water...and gave him some strawberry which he took a few nibbles of. I feel like shit for not being able to take him to the er vet but it might have killed him sooner. The stress might have done it. I don't know. Maybe I should have gone beyond broke for him. I have only $180 for an emergancy fund for my rats, which I would have used on Gizmo if I thought it would be that cheap. All the money I have goes to my pets. Nothing for me. It goes to their aspen, food, and toys. And their medical bills. I know what to do for a rat if an emergancy comes up. Almost always I can hold up till the next day when the normal clinic is open because I know what to do.
I tried the techniques that help rats in that situation on Gizmo. Hot water bottle, put him in the bathroom with the hot shower running, made sure he stayed warm, and made sure he got liquids. I read up as much as I could but it didn't help
My guinea pig is dead and I can't but feel that I could have easily prevented it. Were those noises in fact happy noises? Were they respitory like I initially feared? That website said it was happy noises but are happy pig noises and sick pig noises similar?
I blame myself but most of all, I blame that asshole that threw poor Gizmo in the trash. Was it those 4 minutes in the trash, exposed to high 50's temperature that made him sick? I don't know...all I know is Gizmo is gone
I didn't know I could get attached to an animal so much so fast. I had him since April 7 and he died early April 8. Not even two weeks :(

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These a few days ago. You can see that his health was visably fine :-\

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Some older ones;
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This is the day I got him :(
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