Some of you may remember some drama a little over a year ago after I adopted two adult boars, Blaster and Squeakers.
On Sunday morning this week, I noticed Blaster wasn't eating his veggies... or his pellets... or his hay. He was hunched up in a corner of his cage, crying. I took him straight to an animal hospital, who brought in an on-call exotics doctor to look at him, who told me his situation was indeed severe, and had him moved to intensive care immediately.
At 10:30 that night I received the call that Blaster had departed for the Rainbow Bridge. Necropsy results indicate that it was a heart attack. I have no way of knowing if this is a new development or if he was a heart pig all along. He's to be cremated and added to the hospital's butterfly garden, since I'm living in an apartment and have no place to bury him.
( Rest in peace, Blaster Butt. I'll see you at the Rainbow Bridge.Collapse )
Tonight, I took down his cage and cleaned/rearranged Squeakers's cage to take advantage of the old space. He's a bit confused by the whole thing, and while he hated his neighbor/"brother", I like to think he's sort of sad that Blaster isn't there any more to pick on. Still, I hope he likes the pampering this brought on-- brand new wood hut, new plastic pigloo, new fleece, new towels, all so fresh I was pulling shrinkwrap off the fleece and labels off the huts.
( Squeakers adjusting to the life of a solo pig.Collapse )
It's always tough to lose a loved one, but I'm thankful for the year and a quarter that Blaster spent with me! We'll see you at the Rainbow Bridge, Blaster!
Special shout-out to Gulf Coast Veterinary Specialists in Houston, both in general and for having exotics-savvy vets on call for holidays and weekends! Both of my boys have had medical emergencies on days their regular vet was closed, and GCVS has helped me in situations their regular vet just didn't have the means to handle.