Guinea Pigs' health

Update on Kirk and something about luck

Kirk seems to be doing fine. Breathing normally, taking his meds. Some loss of appetite, but apparently normal due to the antibiotic and anti inflammatory meds. Nothing to panic, he still eats and poops.

Ms M is looking at the last photo she took of Worf few days before he died. And she is struggling not to cry. Somehow that Saturday end January when she took Worf to the animal clinic she had a feeling he would not come back.

He came back though. He wanted to fight, but he relapsed. And unfortunately the vet that should have taken care of him considered he is not worth fighting. She couldn’t even say if it was pneumonia or a tumor.

The humans still blame themselves for giving in to tiredness due to dealing with two small kids and accepting an easy solution for the vet. They believe they should have followed all their warning signs and find a second vet faster. It was not done, Worf died.

Actually, when it was done, after almost two months of struggle, he was to weak to keep fighting.

Of course the (not so) cavy savy vet that actually had no idea how to put a diagnostic, nor to treat pneumonia had it’s share in this tragic happening. But the main responsibility is on the humans’ shoulders. Or at least this is how they feel it.

After Worf’s death, Ms M searched on the cavy savy groups and web pages and found useful info about how a pneumonia should be addressed and what were the odds for a longer, heavy treatment to be needed. To bad she didn’t do it before…

Now Kirk got hospitalized for a similar issue. His (new) cavy savy vet was not there; she is on site only on Wednesdays. But he was consulted by a generalist that got in contact with the cavy savy vet, explained the situation, decided together the treatment and so on and so forth.

Two days after, he was discharged by the cavy savy vet and Ms M received an explanation about the course of treatment. The vet prescribed a longer period for the antibiotics, mentioned that there is a chance a second course should be needed etc. And, the most important, she said that if he would have again issues breathing, to go back asap.

For Worf it was just a shoulders raising, a condescend smile and “well, if he has issues again we should put him to sleep”.

Life is not fair. At all. But apparently Kirk is luckier than Worf. Or the humans had a wake up call. But still not fare. At all.

And Kirk refuses to stay still for a photo. 🙂

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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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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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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. 😀

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The smallest bag

worf_profile_2We do love paper bags and this is not a secret. Just that since the Human Male uses the couch as his main bed, we are not getting them as often as before.

Last time when we got paper bags they were… tiny! Like only one of could get inside. That tiny!

For me it was a very good thing as Kirk’s big ass takes a lot of space. With this tiny bags I had the opportunity to have one just for myself.

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Kirk seemed also to enjoy the bag, although that it wasn’t big enough for his 1.47 kilo.

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On the other hand, Spock was a little bit cranky that he had not enough space to cut another opening and remodel the bag.

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So, yep, the smallest bags we ever received…

P.S. The Little Human rascal learned Kirk’s name. Just that she is saying Kika. J)) Data seems easier for her. But no way she says yet Spock or Worf. We need to work on this!

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Update on us

worf_profile_2Well, it’s been a while…

I have no idea what we are doing and why this blog is not updated more often. I must complain to Data, who is the social media responsible for our team.

I also have no idea about what I should write. So I will just note down everything that crosses my mind.

In Belgium is raining and although the grass is green in our garden, we can’t really go out and enjoy it. I must ask the humans to bring some grass inside for us.

Due to the whole hustle with DHL, the HF refuses to place more than one order by month and she had to renew our hay supply from the pet shop. Lucky us! Because she got the really nice dry herbs.

The little human rascal got the idea with the daily cleaning of our rooms and she grabs a bag, the dust pan and the broom and tries to do it. I hope that in few years she will be an expert on refreshing our penthouse without disturbing us.

The HF had this weird idea that we were stinky and insisted on washing our tunnels. Thanks all gods she didn’t try to bath us. Was rude enough that she called us stinky!

Of course we’ve got paper bags to keep us busy and it was super fun. Especially to roam around, make noise and keep the HM awake.

And now the humans are talking about leaving for 10 days and we will be left home with a sitter. I hope we can convince her to give us more pellets.

Oh, about the pellets… The HF bought some weird ones that were supposed to help my poop get better (she has the impression my poop is too soft). But they taste funny. At least this is what Kirk and I think. The white boys like them. The bag is empty now, so thankfully we returned to our usual ones.

Well, this is it. I’ll end with a photo of us eating colours.

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Potential intrusion in our privacy

Humans are crazy. And weird. And today I say this in a negative way.

They enjoy killing each other. But they have no respect in doing so. They rather do it cowardly by using guns and explosives in the middle of an unarmed crowd. Or by attacking others while being in a bullet proof car…

Yeas, we do kill each other also. Sometimes. But not massively. And we do pick the fight with a specific guy. And we do not use guns, but our bear claws and teeth. So it’s an even fight.

We do not hate entire populations just because they are different. Imagine how it would be for the white piggies with red eyes to hate all the Rex piggies. Yeap, it sounds crazy!

Yesterday some humans from Brussels, Belgium, Europe blew themselves up in the Airport and in a metro station. Due to this, now there is panic in the city.

Of course our HF panicked a little too. She managed to check on the HM and the baby, but could not check on us. We were not in an area of interest, but still she would have loved to make sure we are fine. Now, she has no idea we could write an email so this was not an option for her. Actually she has no idea we could communicate with her somehow.

So she decided to install a webcam to supervise us. And the HM took the idea over…

What is wrong with you, people?! Did it cross your mind to ask us if we would like to go live on the Internet?!

Whatever… No consideration for us. I will have to ask the guys to come up with a revenge plan.

In the meanwhile, we decided to sabotage the webcam and make sure it’s not broadcasting live and open on the Internet. I would really hate to see unapproved photos with my white but all over the online environment.

Moreover, I plan on turning on that camera only when we are in the mood for it. Our humans should never learn that we are able to write emails, take care of a blog, Facebook page and so on. Because I suppose she will be so amazed by our skills that she will ask us to ghost write for her. Which is a no go! I love my life as non-busy as it is.

As for the moment my white but is a taboo, I leave you a photo of my cute little face. 😀

(Please excuse the red eyes. Sometimes the hf is a poor photographer.)

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