I came home from work at 11pm on tuesday to find my elderly guinea pig with hypertrophic cardiomyopathy foaming at the mouth, gagging and spitting up. I tried to give her heart medication but she regurgitated everything back up. I immediately loaded her into her carrier and drove 45 minutes to the emergency room.
She was taken back and monitored while I waited to see the vet. At 4am, I finally got into a room and they told me they put her on some medication to ease her symptoms but to take her home for the night and come back in the morning when the guinea pig specialist was in. I made an appointment, drove home, got changed and went to work exhausted.
After work, I came home, she looked horrible. She was skinny, frail, and her fur was all scraggly dull. Her lips were blue. I rushed out so fast and got her to the vet, who caught me in the parking lot, in my car to take her back and help her. I knew in the back of my mind what was probably going to happen.
When I went in, they told me that even if they did all the tests, none of the outcomes were treatable. I looked at her and just knew she needed to rest. I stayed in the room with her as she went. I’m just heartbroken.
Her cage mate (her daughter) hasn’t squeaked, she always had more boundaries than my elderly girl but now it’s just us two. I don’t know how she will do without her mom. I haven’t stopped crying.
Any words of wisdom are much appreciated. She was my first adult pet, I live alone so it was really just the three of us. Now it’s just two.
Walking out of the vet with an empty carrier was absolutely one of the worst moments of my life.