When I tried to hand feed him last night, he could not even lift his head. That's when I knew we were at the end. So I put aside the CC and went and got him his favorite, blueberries. He showed one last burst of energy and practically dove into the bowl.
Courtney and I went together to say good bye. When it was time, we sang him his little song, and Courtney kissed him on his head. He closed his eyes and gave a little sigh. He then rasied his head a little for one last chin scratch.
I am going to get a necropsy done today.
Courtney made up a little song, kind of silly, that has a verse for every guine pig that haas ever been in our home, fosters too. It was based on their personallity. We called Scooter, Scooter Butt, because up until the time he was 2 years old, he acted like an a** to Scooby. Then he mellowed out. Here was his verse of the song:
Scooter Butt, Scooter Butt, I'm a piggy not a mutt!
I know it is silly, but we just sand that to him over and over. We brought Scooby with us to say good bye. He sat right next to him and licked him. When they took him away, Scooby went nuts and started running circles and wheeking. Then he just stopped and laid down with a big sigh.