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Post by geenie1958 on Apr 28, 2014 13:51:35 GMT -8
Sorry to tell such a sad story as my first thread. But I'm feeling very sad today. I adopted the above from the local pet shop along with his brother, Marlon B. They were originally called Bruce and Lee but I adapted the names. The B in Marlon stands for Bruce. They were two and half years old and had to be given up by their previous owners.
As soon as I took they home, I noticed that Brandon's scent gland was bleeding. I took him back to the shop's vet and he had an infection in it. They gave me antibiotics and agreed to foot the bill. He actually seemed to like the antibiotics and I was able to feed him wth a syringe. However, the infection came back. On the return to the vets (I paid this time), she gave more antibiotics and said an operation was an option but highlighted the dangers. But she said to come back in a week and then she could see the cause of the infection. When I did return, she said an operation was advisable, but highlighted the risks. At first, i decided to just carry on with the antibiotics. But soon the infection was back in just over a month, rather than the two months as advised. Both the vet and I decided to go ahead with the operation. He came through the operation and seemed quite lively. However, after the first day I noticed he was dragging his leg. He seemed very wobbly but I put it down to the anaesthetic. He was also very sleepy. I returned to the vet three days later and saw a different vet. He had been pulling at his stitches but everything seemed okay with the wound. I queried about the leg but the vet was very vague.
Sadly although I was able to syringe him water (he was dehydrated) and he attempted to eat, he could not keep his balance. I snuggled him up to leave him quiet, but when I went to check him before I retired to bed, he was barely breathing. He died five to ten minutes later.
I just wish I had left well alone now, as he seemed lively before the operation. I feel so awful now and have barely stopped crying since I came in from work. |
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Post by witchy on Apr 28, 2014 14:51:11 GMT -8
I am so very sorry to hear about his passing! You did all you could and were a great pet parents. I am so sorry for your loss :-(
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Post by catnut on Apr 28, 2014 15:04:27 GMT -8
RIP Brandon. You did what you thought was right to give him the best chance of life, don't feel bad as you cared about him and looked after him. Take care of yourself and try to do something that will make you feel better, music, etc. and give yourself time to grieve.
take care,
Tammy
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Post by geenie1958 on Apr 29, 2014 14:40:17 GMT -8
Thank you Tammy and witchy for your kind words.
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Post by snowballandnugget on May 2, 2014 7:00:33 GMT -8
Sorry sorry for your little gerbie...you did everything you could and gave him his best chance!! ♥♡
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Post by geenie1958 on May 4, 2014 13:53:47 GMT -8
Thank you snowballandnugget. The pain is easing, but when I look at his brother on his own now, I still feel a little sad. But I try to remember that I still have Marlon B to care for, plus I have a year old girl called Molly. I had Brandon cremated in a communal cremation at a place in Cambridge and on Tuesday I'm going to visit the place to try to find out when his casket will be stored. I was given a booklet by a veterinary surgery (I took Brandon-Lee to a different veterinary practice to deal with his cremation). It looks a lovely place.
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Post by cupcake on Aug 25, 2014 7:16:34 GMT -8
I got my my first gerbil Scooter from a famly with kids who didn't play with her and did not want her anymore. The mom sayed she was two years old, and the kids were afraid to play with her because they did not want her to bite them (she nibbled.) she lived for about one year and then died of old age. Scooter liked running in her ball providing we closed the doors to keep the dog away(he tried to roll it into the wall) and sitting in her sand bath. Early on, I noticed she was having trouble jumping into her wheel (it was kinda high.) she started having seasures and eventually couldn't even find food if it was in front of her face. My mom did not want to see her suffer so she took the cage and put it outside in the snow where she froze to death. I think it was most likely less painful to die that way.
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