STEVE!
- AldenM1
- Supporter in '21
Sigh. Hi. I'm back. And I've got another crazy question.
So STEVE! was diagnosed with heart disease back in 2016 and has done pretty well on benazepril and furosemide, insert all the usual heart pig stories, blah blah. He's a good boy who lives mostly uneventfully with his three ladies. (VickieWhiskers has still not forgiven him for that unfortunate humping, and lives next door. She also still hasn't died, despite being in a special short-term hospice cage for 19 months now. But that's another thread about another weird pig.)
Somebody has periodically had small amounts of sludge for several months now. SMALL amounts and only occasionally. The four of them get, in total, 1/4 cup of SPS pellets once a day. And Cici is ginormous, so I don't think that division is even equal. Other than the pellets, they are on our patented too-many-bladder-stones diet: no dark greens, filtered water, etc.
A few weeks ago STEVE! started hooting intermittently and then he lost a little weight, and it had been a while, so we went off to see Doctor A yesterday. She did an x-ray and said that while his heart had neither improved nor worsened with the meds, she also saw spinal arthritis, and oh look there brightly illuminated was a thing even total x-ray n00bs could identify as a honking stone.
Steve is obviously older than we'd hoped (he was found outdoors, emaciated and flea-ridden, and nursed back to neuterable state by the amazing SlaveToFuzzy). His heart isn't improving and he is hooting and has some lung damage, so we're going to try pimobendan for a month before we even talk about surgery. In the meantime, he will join the apparently immortal VickieWhiskers on perpetual low-grade painkillers.
BUT WE AREN'T AT THE WEIRD PART YET.
It may be completely unrelated, but a couple of weeks ago -- right about when he started very occasional hooting -- Steve started eating coroplast. I had lids on the haybins, and over the last weeks I've reconfigured everything to create a situation where Rosalynn can't live IN a haybin but also Steve cannot just chow down on its lid. But he's obsessed. Finally tonight I took all of it away, and they're just going to have to discipline Rosa themselves, or eat peed-on hay.
And immediately after I cut out all the nice coroplast lids... Steve started eating fabric.
When our dog Buffy was a puppy she ate, not chewed but ATE, our couch, among dozens of other things. We once caught her trying to swallow a rusty nail. That tendency stopped immediately after her diagnosis with Addison's Disease and her associated treatment with steroids. Before that, the vet's pervailing theory was depression or anxiety. But after the diagnosis I have wondered if it wasn't a kind of knowledge that things weren't right, and an attempt to fix it. Like when (normal) dogs eat grass.
So that's the weird question. Could these things be related? Is Steve driving me nuts for fun? Or is he eating non-food items because he doesn't feel well? Do we know of this ever happening before? What do I DO?
So STEVE! was diagnosed with heart disease back in 2016 and has done pretty well on benazepril and furosemide, insert all the usual heart pig stories, blah blah. He's a good boy who lives mostly uneventfully with his three ladies. (VickieWhiskers has still not forgiven him for that unfortunate humping, and lives next door. She also still hasn't died, despite being in a special short-term hospice cage for 19 months now. But that's another thread about another weird pig.)
Somebody has periodically had small amounts of sludge for several months now. SMALL amounts and only occasionally. The four of them get, in total, 1/4 cup of SPS pellets once a day. And Cici is ginormous, so I don't think that division is even equal. Other than the pellets, they are on our patented too-many-bladder-stones diet: no dark greens, filtered water, etc.
A few weeks ago STEVE! started hooting intermittently and then he lost a little weight, and it had been a while, so we went off to see Doctor A yesterday. She did an x-ray and said that while his heart had neither improved nor worsened with the meds, she also saw spinal arthritis, and oh look there brightly illuminated was a thing even total x-ray n00bs could identify as a honking stone.
Steve is obviously older than we'd hoped (he was found outdoors, emaciated and flea-ridden, and nursed back to neuterable state by the amazing SlaveToFuzzy). His heart isn't improving and he is hooting and has some lung damage, so we're going to try pimobendan for a month before we even talk about surgery. In the meantime, he will join the apparently immortal VickieWhiskers on perpetual low-grade painkillers.
BUT WE AREN'T AT THE WEIRD PART YET.
It may be completely unrelated, but a couple of weeks ago -- right about when he started very occasional hooting -- Steve started eating coroplast. I had lids on the haybins, and over the last weeks I've reconfigured everything to create a situation where Rosalynn can't live IN a haybin but also Steve cannot just chow down on its lid. But he's obsessed. Finally tonight I took all of it away, and they're just going to have to discipline Rosa themselves, or eat peed-on hay.
And immediately after I cut out all the nice coroplast lids... Steve started eating fabric.
When our dog Buffy was a puppy she ate, not chewed but ATE, our couch, among dozens of other things. We once caught her trying to swallow a rusty nail. That tendency stopped immediately after her diagnosis with Addison's Disease and her associated treatment with steroids. Before that, the vet's pervailing theory was depression or anxiety. But after the diagnosis I have wondered if it wasn't a kind of knowledge that things weren't right, and an attempt to fix it. Like when (normal) dogs eat grass.
So that's the weird question. Could these things be related? Is Steve driving me nuts for fun? Or is he eating non-food items because he doesn't feel well? Do we know of this ever happening before? What do I DO?
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I wouldn't get anything that's held together with molasses, as a lot of things are. You might try some fiddle sticks and see if he'll nibble on those. They don't splinter, and my pigs have never been able to make very big inroads on them. I believe they're made by Kaytee, and are available almost everywhere.
- AldenM1
- Supporter in '21
Short update: the fiddle sticks are popular with someone, but I'm pretty sure it's TruvyPouf and not Steve. Steve HAS eaten the fabric off the outside of every. single. cuddle cup -- they're all ruined. Thank goodness he doesn't seem inclined to eat polyfil because he totally could have before I even noticed. He keeps halfheartedly trying to pull the fleece off the walls so he can eat the coroplast. And my efforts to foil him have had one definite effect:
For the uninitiated, this isn't Steve, it's his cagemate Cici, who used to have uniformly long hair. This was two days ago, too. She looks even worse now. The truly strange thing is that I haven't heard her scream a single time while her hair has all been eaten... and we know Cici is a *very* vocal lady. Further evidence that she and Steve are actually pretty fond of each other, I guess.
That said, as funny as I think the barbering is, I am worried that Steve is really uncomfortable. He has also started making chirping noises when he pees that I suspect are about pain. And he's lost another 200g in 3 weeks. We do have an appointment with Dr. A on Friday to check in on his heart and discuss next steps, and in the meantime I'm going to increase his metacam a little.
So here's my philosophical question. In a best-case scenario, we do another x-ray, and his heart has actually improved in 3 weeks, and Dr. A thinks surgery is viable. I have a vague sort of policy that everybody gets one surgery. So that would be easy, and we'd do the surgery, and see if he's one of the lucky pigs who doesn't make new stones (yeah right!). But... if she says that surgery isn't an option, I get a little fuzzier. Steve doesn't seem to be *miserable*. He's clearly uncomfortable and feeling fidgety and things aren't well, but he's still mostly Steve. And this is the same stupid conversation we have over and over about how they hide pain and how we can't know and what to do.
So I guess I'm looking for votes and anecdotes and feedback. In general I'm not a fan of the whole force-feeding, doping thing. If he hurts I want to help him stop hurting. But I've never had a bladder stone, so I can't even empathize with the kind of pain he's in. Is this a euthanasia kind of pain?
For the uninitiated, this isn't Steve, it's his cagemate Cici, who used to have uniformly long hair. This was two days ago, too. She looks even worse now. The truly strange thing is that I haven't heard her scream a single time while her hair has all been eaten... and we know Cici is a *very* vocal lady. Further evidence that she and Steve are actually pretty fond of each other, I guess.
That said, as funny as I think the barbering is, I am worried that Steve is really uncomfortable. He has also started making chirping noises when he pees that I suspect are about pain. And he's lost another 200g in 3 weeks. We do have an appointment with Dr. A on Friday to check in on his heart and discuss next steps, and in the meantime I'm going to increase his metacam a little.
So here's my philosophical question. In a best-case scenario, we do another x-ray, and his heart has actually improved in 3 weeks, and Dr. A thinks surgery is viable. I have a vague sort of policy that everybody gets one surgery. So that would be easy, and we'd do the surgery, and see if he's one of the lucky pigs who doesn't make new stones (yeah right!). But... if she says that surgery isn't an option, I get a little fuzzier. Steve doesn't seem to be *miserable*. He's clearly uncomfortable and feeling fidgety and things aren't well, but he's still mostly Steve. And this is the same stupid conversation we have over and over about how they hide pain and how we can't know and what to do.
So I guess I'm looking for votes and anecdotes and feedback. In general I'm not a fan of the whole force-feeding, doping thing. If he hurts I want to help him stop hurting. But I've never had a bladder stone, so I can't even empathize with the kind of pain he's in. Is this a euthanasia kind of pain?
- Lynx
- Celebrate!!!
I don't know if reading over the pain page would help.
pain.html
It sounds like a lot of weight loss. I imagine you have been hand feeding?
I would talk this over with your vet, consider how it applies to what you know of Steve. Euthanasia is not painless but your vet would certainly try her best to make it as painless as possible. I am sorry you are in this circumstance. I hope a surgery is possible and buys significant quality time.
pain.html
It sounds like a lot of weight loss. I imagine you have been hand feeding?
I would talk this over with your vet, consider how it applies to what you know of Steve. Euthanasia is not painless but your vet would certainly try her best to make it as painless as possible. I am sorry you are in this circumstance. I hope a surgery is possible and buys significant quality time.
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It's a hard decision, and I'm sorry you have to make it.
But just having had a pig euthanized in the spring, I wanted to say that it's about as painless as it can be. They let me hold Felicia with a mask near her face until she was really sound asleep before they gave her the injection. If she was aware at all, it was only minimally so.
But just having had a pig euthanized in the spring, I wanted to say that it's about as painless as it can be. They let me hold Felicia with a mask near her face until she was really sound asleep before they gave her the injection. If she was aware at all, it was only minimally so.