Percy's new bed

My lump is back

Sigh.  Yes, my lump is back again.  Percy here, of course.

I have a lump on my cheek.  Mummy and Dr Sally spent a lot of time last year looking at it.  Sometimes Dr Sally gave me a rest on her bed while she took a look at it more closely.  One time I came back to a clean run all on my own while the stitches she’d put into my cheek healed up.  It all seemed very strange to me, but some time in the autumn my lump disappeared (or at least got very much smaller), but now it’s back as big as ever.

Percy in the hospital suite

It doesn’t really hurt, it’s just more difficult to eat with it, because it stops me opening my mouth as wide and also I tend to eat on the other side , so my teeth wear unevenly.  Mummy’s giving me the Nutrimed again.  She says it may have helped to reduce it before and she shouldn’t have stopped giving it to me.  I didn’t mind not having it.  I don’t really like having to drink things from the syringe. Mummy says I have to be a good boy and drink it down, so I do, but still…

Anyway, enough of me.

Roscoe was in the wars at Christmas – as in Bertie dashed up to tell him Bertie was in charge and Roscoe said, “oh really?” Bertie had a good fight with him and by the time Mummy got them to stop, Roscoe had a big bite on his cheek and his back.  He’s healing well, although the cheek one has developed an abscess.

Roscoe with parsley

I don’t know why Bertie is so impossible.  I thought I’d taught him well when he lived with me.  Mummy thinks she should have left him in with me for longer, but I don’t think it would have made any difference, Mummy.  He’s just made that way.  Bossy.

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Mr Percy and the case of the disappearing lump

Hello, Percy here.  I hope the title intrigued you.  Yes, my lump is disappearing!  Mummy wondered whether she was imagining it a week ago, and she looked at me very carefully most mornings last week.  Then she took me to see Dr Sally, who agreed: my lump is definitely getting smaller.

Percy pig with v small lump

I am, apparently, a wonder of modern science, since a lump like mine has never been known to spontaneously disappear.  It might have been affected by the sample Dr Sally took, which made it change its method of working.  That’s the only thing Dr Sally thought she’d read about.  But we can’t feel anything that might indicate it’s gone anywhere else.  So I may be unique.  I may hold the clue to all sorts of things.  A combination of Baytril, Metacam, Emeraid, Nutrimed, carrots, lettuce, kale, lavender and mint, may be exactly what is needed to make this sort of lump go away.

On the other hand, it may just be one of those things.

And I’ve even put on some weight.  I am the picture of a healthy guinea pig.  Dr Sally’s very pleased with me.  Even more importantly, Mummy loves me, cos she told me so.

Dylan & Dougall’s birthday

It’s two years since I had my first birthday cake here.  I arrived on 14th November 2015, and Dylan and Dougall had their fourth birthday on 27th November.  I started out by living in the grey cage opposite them, the one Oscar’s in now.  After Dougall died, I moved into their cage and Dylan went upstairs to live with Kevin. Then Dylan died and Midge went upstairs and Oscar came downstairs.  It’s all very complicated.  Mummy still misses Dylan and Dougall a lot, which is funny, because Neville looks just like them.  He’s a nice boy.  So is Roscoe.  I hope we get to run around some more with them in future.

I hope I haven’t confused you too much.

Bertie in arms

I’m a big boy now!

It’s official.  I’m a big boy now.  I’m 1.3 kg and I take up all of Mummy’s arm when she’s carrying me around. I’m almost as big as Percy.

Bertie in arms

It happened quite slowly.  I mean it wasn’t, one day I’m small and the next day I’m big.  But now I’m big, and Mummy asked if I was going to keep growing or stop.  I don’t know, Mummy.

Percy and Bertie love zebras

I don’t think I’ll get as big as Midge.  Midge is huge.  He likes sleeping most of all, and Mummy often tries to take photos of him without him waking up.  She thinks she managed it with this one.  It’s not very flattering for Midge, but it does show off all his biggest bits.

Midge sleeping

I still run up and down my ramp, though.  I’m not too big to do that.  Mummy says that I should keep doing that until I get old.  I asked how old, and she said Colman stopped when his joints got creaky.  But she managed to make it so Kevin could still go up and down even when his joints got creaky, so there’s no reason I can’t go up and down forever.  Mummy talks forever sometimes.  You just have to listen and put up with it.

Percy wondered whether we should get one of the downstairs boys to blog.  I don’t know if that means he wants to stop.  Maybe he wants me to stop.  It would make sense to have a view from the kitchen.  Percy and I live next door to each other, after all.  Percy is looking very well.  His lump looks like it has disappeared.  Percy says it isn’t as large as it was, and he’s perfectly happy about that.  I think Mummy is too.

So Midge is fine, Percy’s fine, and I’m a big boy now.  That’s good, isn’t it?

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Percy in the hospital suite

Thank you for your good wishes

Hello, Percy here again.

percy pig

Thank you for all your good wishes last week.  I felt quite embarrassed by so many nice and encouraging things you had taken the time to tell me.  I went to see Dr Sally on Tuesday, and she was very pleased with me.  The pointy lump thing was  going to be staying, but the line on it was healing well.  Mummy could stop giving me the medicine.  I was very pleased about that, I can tell you.

So it’s been a nice week, with plenty of rest and food, and I’ve put on a little weight, although not back to what I was before this all started happening.

When Mummy checked me over on Saturday (weigh-day), she said I seemed to have a bit of a line where the join on my lump was.  I couldn’t tell her that it felt a bit funny, sort of stretched, although I did my best.  She put some cream on it, and I went off to do Saturday things.

Then yesterday she discovered my lump was leaking.  I think it started when I was lying on it some time the day before.  It’s not bleeding, although when she cleaned it with a white cotton pad it looked like it had dried blood on it.  Anyway, she cleaned my up, put some more cream on it, and then — horrors — she gave me the nasty tasting medicine.  Later on she phoned the vet’s office and nurse Liz said she was doing the right things and to bring me to see Sally on Tuesday.  Well, I don’t mind going to see Sally, but I do mind having that medicine again.

Midge and Percy snoozing

Mummy’s keeping a close eye on me, and she washed all the cage-wear yesterday in case it might cause an infexion or something like that. So I had to lie on the hay instead of my bed or tunnel.  She found some blood spots inside the tunnel before she washed it.  I think I just scratched the scab off or something.  That’s what Mummy and I are hoping, anyway.  It doesn’t smell or anything, which is a good sign.

Mummy or I will keep you updated.  Don’t worry, I’ll be fine.

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Humphrey’s day was yesterday

Hello Percy here.  It’s my turn to do a remember post about someone I didn’t meet.

Yesterday it was three years since Humphrey went over the Rainbow Bridge.  Midge and Oscar arrived a few days later so they never met him either.

Humphrey

Humphrey was a sheltie type of guinea pig, with long, flowing hair, not like Dylan, Dougall and Neville’s because they are Peruvians, with long hair that has a number of whorls or rosettes in it.  It means Humphrey looks smooth in his photos.  Mummy think Roscoe has some sheltie in him, as he has medium length hair, but it doesn’t really show.  She says it’s maybe one reason he reminds her of Auntie Dawn’s Saku.  I never met Saku, either.  Shelties are known for their calm, laid-back temperaments, and Humphrey got on with everybody, even Hector.

Humph and Hec

Like Roscoe and Neville, Humphrey and Hector were left all alone in their house when their owners moved away.  Fortunately for Roscoe and Neville, someone found them quickly, but Humphrey and Hector were starving when they were found a month later.  Humphrey was always very grateful that Mummy was his new Mummy.  He used to look at her as if he couldn’t believe his luck.  I know what that means.

Humphrey started getting very thin, although his body was still fat and his weight was fine.  Mummy took him to the vet a few times, and eventually the vet found a lump growing inside him.  It was too large to have an operation, and he died the next day.  He had a very peaceful ending.  He was a very peaceful person.  I’ve been told all this by the piggies that went before me.  Everyone liked Humphrey.  He’s in the picture on the front page, lined up with Victor and Dylan and Dougall.  Victor lived with him until he died earlier the same summer.

Talent Seekers and Humphrey

Mummy’s been watching my lump carefully.  She says Dr Sally and she have decided to let me have an operation on it Wednesday fortnight.  I think I’m looking forward to it, sort of.  I’ll tell you all about it in afterwards.  I’ve got another post to write before that, though.

 

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Mr Percy being weighed on the scales

Lots of rain, and wind, and noises

I’m sure we went out once this week.  I can’t remember which day but it was a long time ago. Percy here, by the way. I’m afraid Bertie and I are both having trouble thinking of something new and interesting to tell you.

It’s not that we have a boring life.  It’s a very satisfying one, in nearly every respect.  We look forward to grass time, which usually coincides with Mummy coming home.  A couple of days this week she came home and said it was nearly dry enough to go out on the grass, and then it rained again.  She even went out in the rain all day herself.  She said it was for a competition. And then she was going to theatre in the evening. I’ve not discovered what theatre is yet.

A couple of days and nights it was very windy.  We heard one of the branches come off the tree outside.  There was also a big thunderstorm which made the windows rattle, and little ice things banging against the window.  Very noisy.

Mr Percy pig eating leaves

We did go to see Dr Sally again this week, just me and Mummy.  They talked about me as usual.  Dr Sally looked at my lump and looked inside my mouth, and agreed with me that it isn’t related to my teeth.  Mummy has noticed I sometimes get things stuck on that side and have to move my head around while I try to move it on with my tongue, but I usually manage after a couple of tries.  They mostly talked about my ‘quality of life’ and whether having some slight discomfort was better than risking disability with an operation. Dr Sally is worried what she might find hiding in my jaw muscle. She says she’ll either sew it up again or take as much as she can out then sew it up. But because Mummy is so busy, and there’s no hurry, they set a date when Mummy will be able to take good care of me afterwards, even if I need feeding every two hours or something. That seems to be in a month’s time.

Mummy gives me a little feed every morning now, and I have to say, it’s really nice.  It improves my quality of life no end, because it’s very tasty.  It’s Emeraid with Nutrimed, and it helps my well-being as well as giving me easily digestible nutrients. I read the labels. If I have to be fed every two hours with that I won’t object at all.

Neville with his back to the camera

Neville had his hair cut yesterday, just around his bottom to help him keep it clean.  Mummy said he seems to have plenty of experience of hair trimming.  Not like Dylan who couldn’t bear Mummy cutting his bottom hair.  Neville looked very smart this morning.  They are a nice couple of chaps.  I like them, him and Roscoe.

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