midge and percy

We’re in mourning for Midge

Hello everybody, Percy here.

Mummy asked me if one of the others should blog today, but I’m feeling a little better, so I said I’d do it.  I want to talk about Midge of course.  I felt terrible all Friday and Saturday, but Mummy explained it was all right to grieve for someone, and when that someone was Midge, he was bound to leave a big hole in our lives.  I smiled at that, because really, Midge was very large!

I met Midge when I arrived here in 2015.  He’d already been here a year then.  He arrived with his brother Oscar from Auntie Vikki’s home, in the October of 2014.  I was surprised at that because he wasn’t living with Oscar then.  They fell out before it even got to their first Christmas.  I have no idea why.  Midge was a very agreeable chap, and although Oscar could be a bit stand-offish, he was okay, really.  We got on okay, anyway.  I suppose that was the long and the short of it.  They got on with everybody except each other.  I don’t understand it, but it’s true.

Midge and I got together after Kevin died.  Kevin lived next door to Midge for a bit, and I’d moved into his cage when Colman died.  I think that was how it worked, anyway.  It gets confusing.  We call it ‘chase the cage’ and see who gets which one whenever a large or more desirable one becomes empty.  Anyway, Midge and I got on well most of the time.

Recently we’d been bickering a bit.  I don’t know who started it, but I think Midge was just touchy about things.  You know, a simple thing would make him flare up and tell me off.  Mummy says now that maybe that was the start of his illness, but we didn’t realise it.  I know she took him to see Dr Sally with me a couple of times, but Dr Sally couldn’t find anything obviously wrong, and Mummy couldn’t give her any definite symptoms.  But Midge responded to some metacam, so he was obviously in a little pain.  He liked any sort of medicine after that.  Mummy shared an artheritis tablet between us in the evening.  He liked that.  So do I.

We liked it even more on Monday, when we got out into the garden for the first time this year. Mmm, fresh grass. Mummy took some photos of everyone, but all you can see of Midge and me is our backs as we lounge in some lovely long grass in the shade.

But on Thursday, after Mummy went out to her bird club, Midge staggered around the cage and said he didn’t feel well.  Then he fell onto his side and started kicking.  It was very frightening for me, I can tell you.  I went to see if he was okay, and of course he wasn’t.  He was very frightened too. I couldn’t help him back onto his feet and he couldn’t get up, and I could see he wasn’t really hearing anything I was saying to him either.

Then Mummy came home, took one look at him, picked him up and cuddled him on her lap for a little while, and gave him some medicine.  Then she phoned the vet and talked to Dr Louise.  I could hear what she was saying, but it wasn’t very helpful.  She asked what diazapan was, and said she didn’t have anything like that.  Said ‘yes’ and ‘I see’ a few times, then stopped talking and put the phone down.  Then she took Midge downstairs, sorted out our hay and cucumber, and said good night to us.  Oh, yes, she told me not to worry about Midge, she was going to sit up with him all night, but he might go across the Rainbow Bridge.

Well, I think I thought he might, so I went to bed and tried to sleep. I think Mummy stayed awake most of the night.  She had the radio on downstairs.  There was nice peaceful music playing.  Then in the morning she brought Midge up to sit in the carry box while she sorted out our cuddles and breakfast.  He seemed to be sleeping then, but when I came up from floor time he was shaking again. So Mummy took him to the vets, but by the time she got there he’d gone over the Rainbow Bridge.

She brought him home and gave us each time to sit with him and say our goodbyes.

And since then I’ve been sitting in the corner with a piece of paper we were playing with. It still smells of him. So does the tunnel. I like that. Mummy washed his bed because he died in it and she said I wouldn’t like that smell.  I think she’s right.

I want to remember Midge like the lovely cuddly chap he was, before he got grumpy, which now we know was his illness talking.  He was such a nice companion, and I really enjoyed chatting with him and snuggling up together when we needed a bit of support.  He was ever so kind about my lump. Mummy says he may have had a lump on his brain that we couldn’t see.  I’m sorry we couldn’t see it, Midge. I hope you’re feeling better now, and I’ll see you again when I come over the Rainbow Bridge.

love from Percy.

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Grass and yummy things but no sunshine yet

Hello everybody.  Percy here again.  Although Bertie did ask me if he could start blogging again.  He may be back soon, just wait till he has something to talk about other than himself.

Percy's new bed

It’s been a funny week.  Mummy seemed to hope we’d be getting out in the garden this weekend, but it didn’t happen.  Roscoe reported she’d been outside without her coat on, so we were hopeful, but she said the grass was too damp for us.  She did bring us in a big handful on many days, and it was a little damp, but it was freshly picked and very yummy.  Saturday she brought us in fresh leaves with roots.  I think she calls them weeds, but there was dandelion, sow thistle and chickweed among other things.  Then yesterday we had a lot of leaves she grows for us in the garden.  Chard, radicchio, salsify (yum), and also some others we weren’t too keen on.  A bit too strong for our delicate tastes. It was great to have fresh leaves, though.

Mummy had a good look at my teeth yesterday and asked me why I had my lower jaw over to the right.  I didn’t know, it just did that of its own accord.  She felt around my jawline and said she thought my lump had gone down my neck a bit, and wrapped around the hinge of my jaw.  She’s started giving me metacam again.  Seems all right to me.  I thought you’d like to know, though.

I hope we go out on the grass this week.  Keep your fingers crossed for us, please.

 

percy

Happy Easter

Hello everybody.  Happy Easter from me, Percy, and all the others here at George’s Guinea Pig World.

Midge, Percy & Bertie floor time

We had a nice couple of days last week and Mummy brought us in a little bit of grass on one of them.  She said the grass isn’t growing as much as it did before the snow, though.  And then, guess what?  It snowed again last night!  It turned to rain agin, but it’s still too cold out there for us to go outside.

Mummy’s been very busy cleaning and tidying.  She stands by her box of paper and tears it up for hours on end, then she takes the box downstairs and comes back with it all empty.  Then she fills it up again.  It’s funny to watch her, but I suppose it’s a bit like eating hay.  As soon as you finish, more arrives.

I’ve stopped taking my metacam for a bit.  Mummy says there’s no sign of my lump, and if it comes back I can have the metacam again.  I’m having the nutrimed instead, which is also supposed to help keep the lump down.  Nutrimed is better for me because it’s not so strong and better for my kidneys.  But sometimes metacam is the right thing to have, and sometimes nutrimed is better.   I’m happy if Mummy’s happy.  She’s giving me and Midge both a Joint Support tablet in the evening, and I think that is doing both of us good.  Midge seems much less grouchy now he’s having that.  It has something called glucosamine in it, and it’s good for our joints.  This is Kevin with the Joint Support bottle.

Kevin with Joint Support

Bertie gets very jealous if he doesn’t have something, so Mummy gives him a few pellets of our Pro-Fibre.  He loves them!  Well, so do we.  We have a small scoop each in the evening. It helps our digestion. Midge likes them because it means we’ve got more in our foodbowl.  He loves eating out of his food bowl.  I do too, but not as much as Midge does.

Anyway, we’re all well, and everyone downstairs is fine, too.  I know, because I usually get to have a quick chat to Neville in the morning before Mummy puts me back after my run.  See you in a couple of weeks.

The Disappearing Lump – part 2

Percy here.  I know we said this before, but my lump has more or less disappeared again.  In fact it’s been tiny for the last couple of weeks.  Mummy has felt my chin and jaw very carefully, and says if she didn’t know it was there, she certainly wouldn’t find it.

I said “does that mean I don’t have to have my meds any more?”  Even though I don’t have as much as after I went to Dr Simon, I’m still having one dose of metacam and my nutrimed daily.

Mummy said, “no, you’re still having your meds.  Remember what happened last time it went down and I stopped giving you them?”

“Oh, yes,” I said.  What happened then was after a few weeks my lump grew so big Mummy thought it was The End.  I don’t want that to happen.  I mean, it’s nearly time for fresh grass and running in the sunshine.  So I’m still having a small dose of my meds, and Mummy said she’ll ask Dr Sally if maybe I drop to metacam every other day.

It isn’t sunshine and grass weather yet.  There was a little bit of grass  we had from the garden about a month ago, but we’ve had none since before Mummy went out for the week that Auntie Vikki visited.  Roscoe showed you some of the pics from that last week, but here are some more.  Look how sleek my left cheek is!   This weekend we had snow again, but not as bad as before.  Mummy says she hopes we’ll be into spring soon, and it’s Easter next weekend, so things will start Looking Up.

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Me and Auntie Vikki Looking Up

I do a lot of Looking Up but I generally only see Mummy coming towards me, or the light shining down, or the top of my cage.  Maybe everything Looks Up when the sun shines, though, and that’s what Mummy means.

Percy in the daffodils; 3 March 2016

Apparently these daffodils are just coming into bloom, so maybe that’s the signal for us to go outside soon. This pic was from two years ago, I think. Oh yes, the date is on it.

Mummy’s URI has nearly cleared up.  She still coughs sometimes, but the worst of the snorting seems over.  I think she needs to go out in the garden more, but it’s not warm enough for her, either.  The test is whether she can sit outside without a coat on.  I’ll keep you informed.

PS Thank you for the photos, Auntie Vikki ❤

 

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More grass please, Mummy!

Hi, Percy here.

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This week the sun was shining a lot, and some days Mummy brought us in some real grass from the garden.  It’s not long, and there’s not much of it, but it’s really nice.  Mummy says it’s far too cold for us to go out yet.  Although Roscoe told me that a few days Mummy has left the door ajar when she’s gone out and he didn’t think it was that cold.

My teeth seem to be working properly again, and Mummy’s very pleased with me.  I’m not sure my bottom is working properly, though.  Sometimes it feels a bit sore then Midge comes and asks what’s wrong and I tell him to go away.  Then Mummy asks what’s wrong and why are we bickering.  I think she thinks I might have something wrong, but doesn’t know what.  I suppose that means I’ll see Dr Sally soon.  Maybe it’s a good idea, but I prefer to be left to get on with things quietly on my own, really.

Neville & Roscoe with a bit of box

Roscoe’s very happy cos he’s off his meds, and even happier because he’s finishing up any of my special brew that I don’t drink in the mornings.  His scar is all healed with no more stuff underneath it, and his hair is growing back.  Neville’s teeth are growing too.  They are about three-quarter length, and Mummy says she needs to make sure the bottom ones don’t grow too long and upset the balance of his chewing.

And that’s the news from here, really.  It would have been Victor’s tenth birthday tomorrow if he’d still been here.  That’s ancient.

Victor waits