Loose Ends

Took my babies to the vet today. Lily’s lump apparently is a cyst. BUT it’s been left there for so long that it’s started to calcify. =.= And the calcium deposits kept blocking up the syringe so the vet couldn’t get much out of it. Poor darling got jabbed twice! She was a brave trooper. =D Didn’t even scream out in pain. Hopefully with some antibiotics and really soft poo (YUCK!) later the lump will disappear!

Yung on the other hand. She has the piggy equivalent of breast cancer. They don’t know whether it’s benign or malignant but we won’t operate until it starts bothering her considering the wound will be on tummy where it drags on the floor when she walks and it’s easily accessible. It’s gonna be a problem with wound healing. And of course her age. She’s no young piggy. It’s heart breaking knowing that she has something potentially life threatening. She’s gone through so much already!!

=(

Life is just unfair sometimes.

After Lily came back from the vet I saw the 2 piglets laying on the hay side by side.

=)

Maybe they’re finally learning to love each other.

I just totally adore pigs.

I finally have pictures of my Girl. It was hard going through them but I guess it’s something that I needed to do. I feel bad enough that I wasn’t there for her in her final moments, that the hands that were comforting her were not mine.

Girl was an inquisitive pig. Kepoh, almost. She was there to greet me every morning as I walk past the cage and when I came back home. She’s the only one out of the 3 pigs that would lick my fingers, the only pig that would lie quietly on my lap and watch tv with me. She’s the only one that would make bubbly noises to tell you she was content, the only one that would nudge you to tell you she needed to go potty. She had a ticklish spot on her left upper front leg. She’d pretty much turn belly up whenever I tickle her there.

You could never make her do what she didn’t want to do. I remember a couple of times where I forced her to eat her vegetables and carrots and she would take non of it. She’d rip them up into little pieces to show her protest.

She hates having her ass touched which gave me great pleasure. I must say, it’s fun to annoy her sometimes.

I’m pretty sure this is her checking out the other pig in the hidey. I love it when she does that. She’d streeeeeeeetch out so much just to have a peek inside. It’s funny how she does that. Look at that perky ass.

Look at her. Only a few weeks old and is already a poser! It seems like yesterday when I went to the pet shop in the city and picked her out. She has mites and fungus which scared the living lights out of me, being a new piggie mommy and all. Her first few vet visits were not good experiences. They had to do a skin scrape to check whether there was any mites and it hurt her. My heart dropped when she screamed her little baby lungs out in pain.

They seemed like best buddies, no? But they actually had a difficult start. I remember when I first introduced Lily to Girl all hell broke loose and Girl was trying to run away from Lily and somehow managed to get her head stuck in a grid and my god, you’d think that she was screaming bloody murder. I panicked to no end that night.

This was shortly before she passed. She’s been through so much with me, through so much ups and downs and it’s just not right not having her here with me anymore.

Good bye little one. I hope you’re not giving other piggies a hard time up there. You’ll always be in my heart. Always……

My poor darling is sick. UTI. Peeing blood. =(

I hope I can get an appointment with the vet tomorrow.

Sigh……  =(

Fresh pellets and clean fleece. Winnie the Pooh! Cute, no?

It still feels weird not being able to see my Girl in the cage, not seeing her climbing on the grids when it’s dinner time wheeking her lungs out, not seeing her hogging the food dish. Sigh…… it’s just not the same anymore.

I miss her.

Top searches on my blog: Gonstead is worthless. =.=”"

I received an email today from my pig sitter at 11.30am Australian time.

My Girl is dying.

My sweet sweet Girl is dying.

Another email came in at 7.30pm.

Girl was dead.

And I wasn’t there with her during her final moments. I’ll never see her sweet face or stroke her soft fur again.

My girl is dead.