Silky's very bad vet/health report
Hi everyone, thanks for thinking of us! We went to my Mom's, the pigs Grandma's for a visit. While we were there we went to the vet, and the report was pretty okay. Cuteness first, though... Silky and her young hunky neighbor, Moose.
Where's the treats? Is the silver flashing thing a treat?
Silky's weight was up to 752g, which is better than before. It could be extra water and stuff, but still, it sounds good. I've been feeding her more, she can use it! She had had flakes around one eye, so I was worried, but he said her eyes looked great, he thought maybe she needed more C in her diet, he examined a piece of flake and saw nothing there. I've noticed her leg is better to the point that she can sit back and wash herself again, and her eyes are clean again.
She has some skin flakes, he did take a flake and hair sample, and saw nothing, but we treated both piggies with revolution again, just in case. They've never had critters, but it never hurts to be sure.
We discussed the medication for her heart and kidneys, and after some discussion, thought it might be best not to try it. Her heart beat was twice as fast as Moose's. Moose's was much louder. Moose has gone from 1166g to 1312g. Moose is getting pudgy. Moose takes after his Mom.
I thought I would update you all. I will be a sad piggie mom tomorrow night, because I will be leaving them again, and this time they can't come with me. But I know they will be in good hands. But I'm going to miss them!
Where's the treats? Is the silver flashing thing a treat?
Silky's weight was up to 752g, which is better than before. It could be extra water and stuff, but still, it sounds good. I've been feeding her more, she can use it! She had had flakes around one eye, so I was worried, but he said her eyes looked great, he thought maybe she needed more C in her diet, he examined a piece of flake and saw nothing there. I've noticed her leg is better to the point that she can sit back and wash herself again, and her eyes are clean again.
She has some skin flakes, he did take a flake and hair sample, and saw nothing, but we treated both piggies with revolution again, just in case. They've never had critters, but it never hurts to be sure.
We discussed the medication for her heart and kidneys, and after some discussion, thought it might be best not to try it. Her heart beat was twice as fast as Moose's. Moose's was much louder. Moose has gone from 1166g to 1312g. Moose is getting pudgy. Moose takes after his Mom.
I thought I would update you all. I will be a sad piggie mom tomorrow night, because I will be leaving them again, and this time they can't come with me. But I know they will be in good hands. But I'm going to miss them!
Keeping Silky and all of you in my thoughts. Hope her news gets better and she has lots more time with you.
Thank you so much for remembering us. I'm afraid the end is getting pretty close. Silky is getting much less active, even though she is really able to use her leg much better. She stays in her houses much of the time.
Both last night and tonight she passed scary substances. One was a large area of reddish brown liquid that had dried by the time I saw it on her fleece in her house, and the one tonight is a reddish brown jelly. I think it is from the cancer and the enlarged colon and cecum. This is what really has me worried. I doubt a trip to the vet is going to do us any good at this point, really.
She is still perky once the food or medicine comes around, thank goodness. She's still eating. She does not make any pain noises, but she is still on her pain medicine -- I mean, with her diagnosis-- two possible cancers, a bad leg, digestive problems, cysts, pre-renal problems-- I figure -something- has got to hurt. I hope she makes it until the fancy hay I bought gets here! I got the third cut and bluegrass and I know she will love it.
And of course the holidays are coming up, so there are all of the decisions about travel, and housing, and it just worries me. I've been trying to prepare myself for her loss since I got the bad report in September, but I know it will be difficult, since she is just such a perfect angel. But who thought we'd make it this far?
Please do continue to remember us...
Blessings,
Bethany, Silky, and Moose
Both last night and tonight she passed scary substances. One was a large area of reddish brown liquid that had dried by the time I saw it on her fleece in her house, and the one tonight is a reddish brown jelly. I think it is from the cancer and the enlarged colon and cecum. This is what really has me worried. I doubt a trip to the vet is going to do us any good at this point, really.
She is still perky once the food or medicine comes around, thank goodness. She's still eating. She does not make any pain noises, but she is still on her pain medicine -- I mean, with her diagnosis-- two possible cancers, a bad leg, digestive problems, cysts, pre-renal problems-- I figure -something- has got to hurt. I hope she makes it until the fancy hay I bought gets here! I got the third cut and bluegrass and I know she will love it.
And of course the holidays are coming up, so there are all of the decisions about travel, and housing, and it just worries me. I've been trying to prepare myself for her loss since I got the bad report in September, but I know it will be difficult, since she is just such a perfect angel. But who thought we'd make it this far?
Please do continue to remember us...
Blessings,
Bethany, Silky, and Moose
It is with a great deal of sadness and even more shame that I am writing this. I started this topic so long ago about my sweet girl Silky, and her myriad of health issues. You all were so kind to me, giving me support as Silky and I faced the inevitable. You supported me from September to November, and I gave you updates, and then I just -- stopped. And I am so sorry.
I can't excuse my behavior, but one of the reasons behind it is that I have major depressive disorder, and sometimes it keeps me from doing the things that I should do. Silky's death was really hard to take and I stayed really low about it for a long time. I know quite a few people who sent me kind messages while she was sick are probably no longer here -- but I still want to tell those of you who cared Silky's story.
One night in early December 2007 I came home from a friend's house to find Silky struggling hard to breathe and unable to move. The time had come for us.
I called my vet (who still took emergency calls back then) and we met at the clinic. He took us in the back and turned on some gas to make Silky woozy so she wouldn't notice the bad shot that was coming. He left us to go prepare the shot. The gas mask was little, but still too big for Silky, so I held it up to her nose and mouth.
I put my face close to hers, my cheek against her side, the way that you do, especially in those last few minutes, telling her all the things she needed to know from my heart. As we waited, I began to feel more relaxed about things. The vet came in and quickly told me to be careful and not breathe the gas. Which I had been doing, and accidentally getting high with Silky. So that was kind of funny later, when I thought about it.
And then all the bad things happened. My vet offered to take Silky home and bury next to her original bonded partner, Sooty, who he had buried for me under a tree on his land. I thought that it was a very sweet idea and such a wonderful thing to do. He is a wonderful vet and a kind man.
I went home without Silky.
I can't excuse my behavior, but one of the reasons behind it is that I have major depressive disorder, and sometimes it keeps me from doing the things that I should do. Silky's death was really hard to take and I stayed really low about it for a long time. I know quite a few people who sent me kind messages while she was sick are probably no longer here -- but I still want to tell those of you who cared Silky's story.
One night in early December 2007 I came home from a friend's house to find Silky struggling hard to breathe and unable to move. The time had come for us.
I called my vet (who still took emergency calls back then) and we met at the clinic. He took us in the back and turned on some gas to make Silky woozy so she wouldn't notice the bad shot that was coming. He left us to go prepare the shot. The gas mask was little, but still too big for Silky, so I held it up to her nose and mouth.
I put my face close to hers, my cheek against her side, the way that you do, especially in those last few minutes, telling her all the things she needed to know from my heart. As we waited, I began to feel more relaxed about things. The vet came in and quickly told me to be careful and not breathe the gas. Which I had been doing, and accidentally getting high with Silky. So that was kind of funny later, when I thought about it.
And then all the bad things happened. My vet offered to take Silky home and bury next to her original bonded partner, Sooty, who he had buried for me under a tree on his land. I thought that it was a very sweet idea and such a wonderful thing to do. He is a wonderful vet and a kind man.
I went home without Silky.