[Gpdd] RAINBOW BRIDGE: Treacle

[julie johnson]

Hello all,

 

I'm writing to let you all that I lost my last boy, my last love, yesterday
early evening.   Since the death of Kimba and Sooty in Oct 2014, I only had
Treacle, and he adored Sooty and loved Kimba and their company.  When I lost
them both I brought Treacles cage into my room and he has been my dearest
companion since October 2014 until 6 June 2015.  Being in my bedroom I was
able to keep on an on him, his habits, just keep a more general check on my
boys than if he was stuck out in a room on his own.  So I knew all his
habits.   When I woke around 7am each morning, I woke to the sound of
Treacle munching on his Timothy Hay, drinking from his water bottle, and the
occasional nibble of his cage bars.   That was a comforting sound.

 

On 6 June I woke and realised I had not been hearing Treacle at his hay.   I
uncovered him, and he was in his tent, and had eaten very little of his
veges.  Warning bells started, so I took him straight outside and put him on
to fresh grass to try to give him interest.   He ate a few blades of grass,
but otherwise hid in his box.

 

I brought him inside, and went and pulled his favourite grass, as well as a
thistle, and some leaves off the corn plant.   He showed no interest.   I
found some clover.   He ate a couple of clover & stalks.  That was all.  I
picked him up, checked his teeth, cleared his impacted anus, and cuddled
him.   Sometimes  after having a mummy cuddle it energised him and he ate
more when I put him back in his cage.  Not this time.

 

Then around 1pm I noticed he was feeling limp.   I knew he was going to die.
In that case, he was going to die in my arms.  He preferred his tent, I put
him away for a while, but he was only going downhill fast.  I took him into
my arms again.  After about 15 mins I felt him cramp.   Very small cramp.
He did that a few times ever maybe 5 or 10 minutes.  Then The cramps got
stronger.  I knew what I had to do and what was wrong.  So, within 30
minutes he had got sicker, sorer and cramping more, but while painful not
excruciating as it had been with my Sooty RIP.  I rushed into the vet, she
said he was on his way out and he was in a lot of pain and the stomach was
bloated and as I suspect he had twisted gut. So I helped him across the
Rainbow Bridge.

 

As we all hav experience with loss of a master,  you would all know I am an
absolute catastrophic mess.  Thursday Treacle was fine, Friday he didn't
eat, Friday evening he was passed on.    The shock of it has hit me hard,
but in some ways I didn't have the chance to worry and try to critical care
him for weeks or months on end.   It was sudden and I caught it quickly so
he had minimal suffering.

 

Treacle's death means the end of an era for me.   I have been a piggy slave
for 14 years, and my time as a slave has come to an end.  I will not be
replacing my boys with any more piggies.   My heart is shattered into
pieces, and can't be put together again.    I could not go through this
again.   When I love, I love too much.  It's just how I am.  So I have to
not get any more piggies.

 

I'm so grateful to all my GPDD friends who have given advice, comfort, care
and support over all my time with the GPDD.  I will stay as a member of the
GPDD, so you might see my name pop up with any advice I might know.

 

I wish all of you good luck and much love with your babies,   I wish your
masters that they lead long & happy lives free of pain and suffering.

 

Best wishes

Julie + no piggies