June 25, 2008

Fudge.

It’s a hard lesson to learn when your pet is taken suddenly ill and the vet says she can’t do anything.

 

Fudge became lethargic sometime this morning, refusing food and water and his adbomen was horribly bloated and getting worse. So we took him off to the vets where, upon examination, it was apparently obvious that something had blocked his intestine causing it to twist into a knot. Either that or he had something nasty growing in there. Whatever it was we will never know because he was so weak by then that even an xray would have stressed him into heart failure. His lungs were struggling and we took the decision together to have him eased on his way. We could have put him through lots of treatment but the vet and I agreed that it would be hard on Fudge, cause him further distress and pain and probably end in his death anyway.

So now we’re down to two piggies again and I shall clear, scrub and disinfect his hutch later.

Dino chose to not bring him home to bury. I did make sure he was given the choice and that his wishes were taken into account and the vet was brilliant at explaining to him what the problem was and that she’d be very gentle.