Pompompoms
02-14-2012, 06:32 AM
My lovely big Georgie was PTS at 9.40 this morning. It was time for him to move on to the bridge as there was nothing more I could do for him here and I wanted him to pass before the pain and discomfort escalated any further.
His tumor had reached the size of a golf ball, and as it stuck out from his side it was making his movements more and more difficult. His tummy was a deep deep purple which had spread, and hugely swollen which again meant he was struggling. He was able to get up to eat and drink, but he would go straight back to bed after that exhausted. He also was making noises in his sleep which he's never done before leading me to believe he was in pain. I've never had to have a pet PTS before, so I struggled with when the right time would be. The vet was fantastic, and having talked it through at length yesterday and today with her, I do feel at peace with my decision.
George you were my first Syrian, and you will always be responsible for my falling head over heals in love with bigger hams. The day I rescued you it took me an hour with boiling water, a knife and a brillo pad to clean your cage. I think you'd last been cleaned about six months before. You had no toys, no food, and a dry water bowl, yet you were from the off the friendliest most gentle little guy and I was instantly smitten with you.
I took you to the vet the day after you came home, as you were home now where you were meant to be, and the vet believed the large swelling on your balls was a tumor that needed to be removed. So three days later I hoped for the best, gave you a big kiss and cuddle, and left you in their hands. As it turned out it wasn't a tumor, it was infection from the squalor you'd been living in, and you needed a full castration, you also needed a heavy does of antibiotics to clear the infection that had spread through your body. The vet thought you had at most two weeks to live had we not got you any help, I was so grateful you pulled through, you healed up really well, and were soon my little bundle of happy energy.
It was so heart warming to see how happy you were, I sometimes wonder if you think you passed on in your op and woke up at the bridge, as your new home was ready when I brought you back, and it was a world away from everything you had known.
Georgie, my big G I will miss your happy little face peeping out when I call you, I will miss you nudging me when you want to get past, I will miss seeing you enjoy all the foods you loved so much as if it was the first time you'd ever had them, I'll miss you dive bombing off the sofa, I'll miss you coming up through your puzzle play ground on to your platform and meercatting hopefully that it was your turn to come out, it always was, as you know I couldn't resist you. I'll miss seeing you hop about in your cage, seeing you chilling in your hammock, running over your bridge and climbing into your wodent wheel through the top hole and splatting at the bottom.
You were so funny George, I love that you put exactly one piece of the orange stuff in your harry hamster in your water bowl every night without fail. I love how when you had cake you would sleep with it on your head so you could sleep nom it. I love that you were obsessed with gaps, although I didn't love it when you got behind the kick board to the kitchen cupboard and it took me two hours to get you out ;). I loved watching you climb the stairs, I loved watching you race around the hall with your bum wiggling away. I love when you'd sit and watched tv, I love that you'd make a big thing of shuffling backwards and lifting your bum right up when you had a wee leaving a big big gap as if you stil lhad your balls. I love that I loved you and you loved me.
So you go to the bridge my beautiful boy, JamJam and The Cloud will meet you there with the babies we lost this year. There are so many special new friends for you to make that are missed as much as I miss you. Mum will never be far away though my gorgeous, your pawprints are deeply imprinted in my heart, and I will come find you again one day in the blink of an eye for you when the time is right.
I love you Georgie xxxxxx
The day after you got home, all clean and happily asleep
http://i979.photobucket.com/albums/ae271/Rican_2010_album/Georgecropped.jpg
Platform snooze in the sunshine
http://i979.photobucket.com/albums/ae271/Rican_2010_album/piccy008-4.jpg
Your favorite tv watching spot
http://i979.photobucket.com/albums/ae271/Rican_2010_album/piccy0029-1.jpg
Hehe aww
http://i979.photobucket.com/albums/ae271/Rican_2010_album/71011.jpg
Yum
http://i979.photobucket.com/albums/ae271/Rican_2010_album/piccy033.jpg
Last cuddle with mum
http://i979.photobucket.com/albums/ae271/Rican_2010_album/piccy035.jpg
His tumor had reached the size of a golf ball, and as it stuck out from his side it was making his movements more and more difficult. His tummy was a deep deep purple which had spread, and hugely swollen which again meant he was struggling. He was able to get up to eat and drink, but he would go straight back to bed after that exhausted. He also was making noises in his sleep which he's never done before leading me to believe he was in pain. I've never had to have a pet PTS before, so I struggled with when the right time would be. The vet was fantastic, and having talked it through at length yesterday and today with her, I do feel at peace with my decision.
George you were my first Syrian, and you will always be responsible for my falling head over heals in love with bigger hams. The day I rescued you it took me an hour with boiling water, a knife and a brillo pad to clean your cage. I think you'd last been cleaned about six months before. You had no toys, no food, and a dry water bowl, yet you were from the off the friendliest most gentle little guy and I was instantly smitten with you.
I took you to the vet the day after you came home, as you were home now where you were meant to be, and the vet believed the large swelling on your balls was a tumor that needed to be removed. So three days later I hoped for the best, gave you a big kiss and cuddle, and left you in their hands. As it turned out it wasn't a tumor, it was infection from the squalor you'd been living in, and you needed a full castration, you also needed a heavy does of antibiotics to clear the infection that had spread through your body. The vet thought you had at most two weeks to live had we not got you any help, I was so grateful you pulled through, you healed up really well, and were soon my little bundle of happy energy.
It was so heart warming to see how happy you were, I sometimes wonder if you think you passed on in your op and woke up at the bridge, as your new home was ready when I brought you back, and it was a world away from everything you had known.
Georgie, my big G I will miss your happy little face peeping out when I call you, I will miss you nudging me when you want to get past, I will miss seeing you enjoy all the foods you loved so much as if it was the first time you'd ever had them, I'll miss you dive bombing off the sofa, I'll miss you coming up through your puzzle play ground on to your platform and meercatting hopefully that it was your turn to come out, it always was, as you know I couldn't resist you. I'll miss seeing you hop about in your cage, seeing you chilling in your hammock, running over your bridge and climbing into your wodent wheel through the top hole and splatting at the bottom.
You were so funny George, I love that you put exactly one piece of the orange stuff in your harry hamster in your water bowl every night without fail. I love how when you had cake you would sleep with it on your head so you could sleep nom it. I love that you were obsessed with gaps, although I didn't love it when you got behind the kick board to the kitchen cupboard and it took me two hours to get you out ;). I loved watching you climb the stairs, I loved watching you race around the hall with your bum wiggling away. I love when you'd sit and watched tv, I love that you'd make a big thing of shuffling backwards and lifting your bum right up when you had a wee leaving a big big gap as if you stil lhad your balls. I love that I loved you and you loved me.
So you go to the bridge my beautiful boy, JamJam and The Cloud will meet you there with the babies we lost this year. There are so many special new friends for you to make that are missed as much as I miss you. Mum will never be far away though my gorgeous, your pawprints are deeply imprinted in my heart, and I will come find you again one day in the blink of an eye for you when the time is right.
I love you Georgie xxxxxx
The day after you got home, all clean and happily asleep
http://i979.photobucket.com/albums/ae271/Rican_2010_album/Georgecropped.jpg
Platform snooze in the sunshine
http://i979.photobucket.com/albums/ae271/Rican_2010_album/piccy008-4.jpg
Your favorite tv watching spot
http://i979.photobucket.com/albums/ae271/Rican_2010_album/piccy0029-1.jpg
Hehe aww
http://i979.photobucket.com/albums/ae271/Rican_2010_album/71011.jpg
Yum
http://i979.photobucket.com/albums/ae271/Rican_2010_album/piccy033.jpg
Last cuddle with mum
http://i979.photobucket.com/albums/ae271/Rican_2010_album/piccy035.jpg