guinea pigs tales

Update on The Gang

So, here we go again. This time with no resolution or promise to write more often.

What has been going on with us? Aside from Worf passing away… 😦

img_20180517_165538Data has teeth issues. Finally our new vet pointed out some lack of vitamine C. Now he is on a daily dose of vitamine C, some homeopathic pills for joints to help with his jaw and lot of cuddles.

He also had bumble foot, but Traumeel did the trick. No laser therapy needed this time. And he now spends his days on a VetBed.

Spock is his usual crazy self. Chasing Data around. His (presumably) seborrheic cyst grew larger and our new vet said she would like to take a look, but later as it is no emergency.

Both of them are so zen with the two toddlers in the house that even when Bubble jumps form the back of the couch right near them, they don’t even blink.

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img_20180519_190640Kirk is on diet. Apparently he is a little bit too heavy. And, as he has too a lack of vitamine C, his joints should be spared of the burden of carrying 1.3 kg. So no more dried food for him because it has too much sweeteners.

He also has a lump on his belly. More exactly it is a breast tumor of an unknown nature, but the X-ray didn’t show any metastasis, so far so good. It will be removed on Wednesday.

img_20180523_161610Archy is the new boy in the gang. We brought him home on the 5th May and he comes from a family that thought a pet is a nice present for a kid. When the kid got bored, the family had an issue.

For the moment he is in quarantine in our hall way. This position allows him to participate to the family life and get used with the little biped brats. He is more at ease with us now, not running anymore for his life when we get close to him. And he is the loudest wheeker ever! First thing in the morning he wheeks for food.

Hopefully we will get our big fat assess back on this blog. 😀 If not, we are on Facebook.

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10 days after…

This is the human writing. A sad, restless human.

I was taking a shower this evening and started crying. It’s becoming a habit since Worf died last Thursday morning. Probably because it’s the only moment when I am somehow alone and no one would ask me what’s wrong.

This time is different. This time I cry, sob and silent scream. Because I finally manage to name what bothers me a lot.

I feel like I failed him. I am so so sorry that I failed him.

I deeply regret everything that happened, starting with his pododermatitis and the need to take him out three times per week for the laser therapy. And continuing with his pneumonia and our bad management of the situation.

He was our responsibility and we failed him.

Another very profound regret is that on Wednesday when I left him in the veterinary clinic, all small, looking bad and scared, I failed to hug him and tell him I loved him. I just hope he knew it.

I write all this while crying in my bed with my daughter in my arms and my son sleeping aside me. And the feeling that I failed Worf is so strong that I barely can breathe anymore.
I f@#£_& failed him! It’s all I can think about.

He is no longer here because us, the humans, the adults, took some bad decisions and failed him.

I failed him and I am so very sorry. I miss him and I must learn to live with this.

P.S. I really hope we’ve learned our lesson.

P.S. 2 If you ever feel that your veterinarian is not doing everything and you should ask for a second opinion, don’t hesitate. Ever!

Spock's tales

I’m quite fine

Oh, boy! I had some ruff weeks!

It all started with some dental issues and a trip to the vet. One week after an abscess popped out. The humans went crazy thinking it may be a tumour, but finally it proved to be something lighter. I had a surgery and then returned home.

Honestly, I thought that having your mouth wide opened under anaesthesia was the worst ever. But apparently is worst to have a muscle and the skin cut open and someone scratching inside all the way to the bone to clean out puss. Especially when the muscle must not close and they stitch it wide open in a weird fashion.

The human female almost faded when she first saw me after the surgery. Imagine that! A pregnant human female fading at the vet. I was not in the mood for laughing at that point, but few days after I had a good laugh remembering this.

I was rushed at home. The human female moved really fast and changed all the puppy pads in my room. She also popped up a fence between in the middle of the big room I was sharing with Data and we got separated.

Apparently I was really looking like just escaped from a horror movie. The humans were shivering only at the sight of my left side. I have some bloody photos, but I’ll keep them for me. Just the toddler seemed not that impressed. But she kept repeating that I have a thing on my face. To be honest, I was too groggy to even care.

The next two days the human female worked from home just to keep a close eye on me. And she used this time wisely for freaking out for various reasons: I was not eating 12 hours after the surgery, I was not eating hay 24 hours after, I was not looking too well, I was not doing that and that… Well, women!, try to get a surgery in your face and have open access from the outside to your mandibular and then we’ll see if you would be in the mood for this and that!

The worst part, except for her watching me that closely, was that she had to insert some rinsing liquids inside my incision. Not fun at all! Not a big pain, but I do not like to be restrained in a towel. So it was always a fight. Luckily it only lasted for 5 days.

Just to give you a report on what to expect when you have surgery anywhere near your mouth, look how long it takes to get back on track. Eating veggies – up to 24-36h after the surgery. Keep giving us Critical Care. Eating pellets – same. Don’t expect huge quantities. We start with little. We are usually in pain and the effort of chewing is exhausting. With the hay is more problematic because usually we are not able to stretch our necks to get to the manger. So just put hay on the floor or in a paper bag and we will try. It takes up to 3 days to restart chewing it. (Neck muscles are connected with those helping in chewing. So it hurts!)

And get ready for some irony from your humans once you are over it. I mean, in my case it was like this… After I started eating normally, the human male kept telling me that for that amount of money he could have shaved me better. The human female kept counting the pellets I was eating and after 5-7 days told me that my appetite it’s bigger than Kirk’s. OMG! How can you say something like that?!

I got back with Data 10 days after the surgery, when my incision was already closed and it was clear I was eating and pooping well, so no need to monitor the number of pellets I had, nor the poops I produced. I still have to recover some weight, but I am on the right track. I still don’t get any cereals because Data may get too fat from them. I still need to grow some hair on the left side of my face, but it’s already better. And I still have some doses of antibiotics to take.

Almost three weeks after, I’m fine. Shaved in a weird manner, but fine. 😀

But we still need to wait and see how it will work with no antibiotic pumped daily into my body.

And some photos…

Few days after the surgery when I was already looking less horror.

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In my paper bag (I used to rustle it a lot during the night so the human male could not sleep. 😀

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Reunite with Data

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And the proof that I am eating hay

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See you!

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This Spock will drive us crazy

data_profile_2It’s been two weeks from our last post and much happened with Spock in the meanwhile. And it’s still not over.

He started eating veggies for few days, but it was obvious something was still bothering him. We all supposed it’s just due to the psychological trauma. He was not touching the hay, although it was clear he would love to. The humans tried some fancy hay in fancy paper bags and still nothing.

His birthday passed uncelebrated, but filled with worries.

Two days after it, last Friday evening, the human female took him out for a check-up, including weight. And she noticed a lump on his jaw, on the left side of his head. That was a horrible moment. She immediately called the veterinary clinic and took an emergency appointment with our vet who, fortunately, had consultations on Saturday too.

The vet was shocked to see him, as she thought he was on his way to recovery. And the option she gave for the lump were not the brightest… Either a tumour, either an abscess. If an abscess (a better news than a tumour), still the chances of a full recovery were not 100%. He got an appointment for Tuesday for anaesthesia, x-ray and surgery, if it was prove to be an abscess.

We’ve spent Saturday afternoon being gloomy. The worst of us was the human female who was crying and sobbing all the time. Spock went once again on Critical Care and lots of TLC.

Sunday evening it seemed like the whole house made peace with the situation. And we were decided to make the best of it. If it was a tumour, everyone was decided to take care of him as good as we could until it wouldn’t be possible anymore. If it proved to be an abscess, to give him the best shot and surgery.

In the meanwhile the human female made a lot of research, got in contact with a second vet and hoped it was an abscess.

Spock spent Tuesday morning in the office with the human female. He looked better after some normal feeds of Critical Care and even gained weight. Because he was quite scared in an unknown environment, he spent around two hours on the human female’s lap being very calm and relaxed.

At 11 am he went under anaesthesia. At 3 pm the news were pretty good, that the surgery went well. Well, if it was a surgery than for sure it wasn’t a tumour!

The human female went to pick him up and had a debriefing with the vet. It was a nasty abscess, hidden behind the muscle. Unfortunately the cause was not obvious, so the vet could say what was the source. But she managed to clean it well, left the incision opened (even stitched the muscle to stay opened at least 5 days) so it can be cleaned daily at home.

Spock looked awful. The human female turned white when she first saw him. And he was more like a veggie.

Once at home, he was isolated from me. This I don’t really understand, but as long as I can see him and sniff him through the fence, it’s fine. Apparently they need to keep an eye on how much he eats exactly.

The human female spent the next two days working from home just to stay close to him and make sure he manages to survive. First day when she had to flush the wound, she was literally freaking out. But she managed. Today was the third time and she seemed better prepared already.

Spock started chewing veggies less than 24h after the surgery, but no hay. Until this morning when we saw him delicately munching some. We all stopped breathing and became very quiet just not to distract him.

I would say that he is not cleared yet, but we are optimistic. We are still afraid for him, but we hope he will make a full recovery. And we also hope he understands he needs to eat hay! It’s a must for keeping his teeth well. I keep telling him this… He looks normal, not shaggy and miserable anymore.

I’m not going to share a photo with his head as it looks right now as it is not at all flattering. But I’ll share a photo of him on the lap of the human female.

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Happy birthday Spock! Live long and prosper!

(I’ve heard the humans would like to move into another appartment. You need to be healthy so we can pee together all over the floor. 😀 )

Wof's tales

Spock is better, but not fine

worf_profile_2This little brat will drive us all crazy! Honestly now, he is the only one with real health issues.

Epilepsy seizure, seborrheic cyst, teeth in need for trimming… Yeah, I know, nothing really life threatening but still enough to make us all pale and worried for him. And please imagine a black shiny coated piggy like me turning pale. Horrific!

So last Friday Spock went to the vet for a check given that he had stopped eating for few days. His discomfort when trying to eat was so obvious that the vet decided to trim his teeth immediately. Fine for us. We had been waiting patiently and worried at home. I had to calm down Data…

He came home later in the day looking like he wanted to kill us all. And very miserable. Of course he was not able to share anything with us due to the jaw pain.

The humans gave him pain killers for 3 days and everything seemed to be better. He started eating and everything seemed to be fine. Until Wednesday evening when once again he seemed to have issues eating. So starting Thursday morning he is once again on pain killers. One little junky we have here…

Our vet is on holidays. Actually mainly his vet, as she rarely sees us. (She never met Kirk!) She will be back on Monday. Hopefully he will be better and in no need for going back to see her. If not, we will stress once again.

This is a photo of Spock from the back, in case you were curious.

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Update on us

data_profile_2OMG! More than one month since our last post… Auch! Oups! Agrhhhh!

To be honest, we are very busy keeping away from the Little Rascal. And training her for our future benefit. But human kids are more difficult to be trained than guinea pigs pups. Of course, everything is more difficult with humans!

So, this is an update on us and our projects, just to assure you we are still alive.

The book had a setback but now it seems to be getting on the right track again. Hopefully it will come out this spring.

Worf and Kirk were separated following Worf’s decision that he can’t stand sharing the same room with Kirk. Weird… Now Worf is always at the fence and chit chatting with us. We are even considering accepting to share a bigger room with him. And the crazy humans are considering getting (maybe!) another flat mate for Kirk. But all this decisions would have to wait until later this spring when the human female will be at home with the second human baby.

Worf even lost some weight due to the stress. And we were quite upset with Kirk. I mean, come on! You are a great psychiatrist but you can’t see the stress signs in your own flat mate?!

And Spock has some dental issues. Probably. I mean it looks like this, but the vet has still to confirm and to treat whatever it is. The thing is that he looks miserable, tries to eat but obviously can’t manage to chew hard veggies like fennel. So he will be on a course of Critical Care until Friday when he gets to the vet.

I am fine, just one fatty eye to report. But nothing serious.

Kirk seems fine too. Even popcorning from time to time. By the way, 2 weeks ago was his birthday. He got lots of pellets. Us too. 😀

Before going back to our book and managing that project, I’ll insert some recent photos of us.

Kirk on his birthday

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Spock and I few days ago (Spock was still fine at the time)

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Worf

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The new set up of our apartment. Not ideal, but it should get better in two or three months.

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Happy birthday Worf!

spock_profile_2Worf turns 3 today.

Unfortunately he is not in the best phase of his life, psychologically speaking. Due to some issues developed towards Kirk, they were separated. And he doesn’t really seem happy with it.

This is actually strange. They were somehow tolerating each other and peacefully living together until 2 months ago when Worf suddenly started to chase Kirk around, chatter teeth and even tried to bite him… Finally the humans intervened and separated them. Since then Kirk seem happier, but Worf not.

The black one is actually chewing the grids and the coroplast wall towards us. And I have no idea why because for sure he wouldn’t like to live with us.

Whatever… I don’t even know why am I bothering with this matter. I am not the shrink of the group. (Kirk refuses to help Worf. He is being more preoccupied to popcorn than to care about his ex-flatmate.)

So, happy birthday to Worf! Looking forward to see what we would all get in order to celebrate his anniversary!

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Sorry for the poor quality of the photo, but he is not really easy to catch on camera. 😀