We’re euthanizing Dorian tomorrow. I wish I could blame all of this on someone else, but the fact is, his little jaw was misaligned at birth, setting him up for a life of dental problems. He’s the little one with the cute hair.
For all the rest, I am so angry at the first vet. A misdiagnosed infection led to him losing 20% of of his body weight. He has been lying on his side for the last week, he has let me cradle him to syringe-feed him for the last two weeks. I can only look into one of his eyes. The other has sealed shut and become a giant, swollen mass. He’s so little. When our other animals have died, it has been after a long, enjoyed life. He was supposed to have years and years ahead of him to wheek, run around, eat yogurt drops.
I’m so sorry, Dorian. I’m so sorry we didn’t put you down a few days ago, when you weren’t hurting. I thought you might make it. I’ve been looking at special needs guinea pigs forums! I looked for support groups because I was committed to hand feeding you until you could walk again.
You got so small so fast and I’m so sorry for that.