Yesterday, at 10 pm, we had to let Droopy go. Just 3 weeks ago she lost
her mate, and although we got her a new friend right away, I guessed she
missed Doodle too much.
Last Saturday, she was diagnosed with an URI. She received proper
medication, but the medicines didn't take this time. She had this
problem once before, about 1,5 years ago. Back then she recovered
without any effort at all. This time, I think her immunity wasn't that
strong anymore. On Monday evening we had to start feeding her through a
syringe. She took the food happily. But yesterday evening, she stopped
swallowing her food. That was the sign of trouble.
The vet told us that there was nothing more we could do. He predicted
that our sweetheart would suffocate within a day or so. We simply could
not let that happen... so we took the hardest decision we have ever
faced. She went fast and calm, in my wifes' hands.
Just this morning, we had a ceremony in our back yard, where she lies
with her friends. It's just a little too much for me, loosing 3 of them
in only 3 months. Droopy had just turned 7 years old, and so most people
respond with "that's a nice age for a guinea pig, it was her time". But
that is the last thing I want to hear. 5 days ago she was fine and we
were having so much fun. Now there's that emptiness. The fact that she
was 7 years old just makes it harder to say 'goodbye'.
Anyway, although I'm a wreck right now, it's time to find Dribbel a new
friend - after just 3 weeks...
Michel.
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