Neville and Roscoe

All change!

Hi there, Roscoe here.

Well, it’s been a very strange couple of weeks, and I can’t say I like all the changes.

First Percy was ill.  He was all wobbly for a day or so, and Mam took him with her when she went away for a couple of days.  When she came back Percy had gone over the Rainbow Bridge.  I can’t say I was surprised.  He’d been poorly underneath all his bravery.  He’d had this lump on his jawbone ever since we’d known him, and it wasn’t going to get better.  He was having medicine to help him feel okay, but he was fed up with it. Nice about it, mind, but still fed up.

Bertie misses him a lot, so does Mam. And we get through floor time ever so quick now.

Bertie hiding

Mam does us in a different order, now Bertie’s come down to live in a cage opposite us.  We hardly saw him that first week, he was so distressed.  Not sure whether it was losing Percy or being in a strange cage.  He started to come out of hisself after a few days.  He’s got a ledge he can sit on and see us better. I stand on the side of my cage and look right back.  I don’t get to chat with him on the floor, though.  Mam puts me down with Neville, just as right and proper, but Biggles and Bertie each have some time chatting to Neville too.  He’s says they’re nice boys. Not sure he knows what a nice boy is, mind.

Roscoe keeping an eye on Bertie

He’s been acting strange recently.  A lot of weeks now he’s been right antsy about me.  Tells me to mind my own business and stop playing with him, and then gets all cross with me.  I don’t know what’s come over him.  He used to be such a quiet, amiable chap.  If I said move over, he’d move over quiet as a lamb.  Now I have to assert my authority, like.  Then he argues.  What’s more, Mam and Biggles and Bertie all side with him. I can’t see it myself.  He’s getting to be a right pian to live with.  And anyway, how come Bertie and Biggles get a cage each and we have to share?  I asked Mam and she said it was better for me to share with Neville, more company.  I’d be lonely on my own, she said.

Yeah, right.  But he wouldn’t argue with me, would he?

Maybe he’s just upset with all the changes too.  He used to spend time chatting to Percy.  They all did.  I did too, when we were on the grass.  He was a lovely chap.

Roscoe
What’s over there?

Never mind.  I hope we go out for some more grass today.  I like grass.  That never changes.

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Time is funny stuff

Hello, Percy here.  I hope you enjoyed the posts from Bertie and Roscoe in the past couple of weeks.

I’ve been sitting comfortably on my pile of hay, thinking deep thoughts.  Sometimes I sit in my tent, or my tunnel, or on my bed.  I now have both beds.  The newest one, which Midge and I got last autumn came back from the cleaners and I slept in it for a week, because it was Midge’s favourite, but I haven’t slept in it since.

Sometimes I go over to the place where Bertie’s cage starts and sit and watch what he’s up to.  But then I go back and sleep on my pile of hay.  Bertie is funny because he rarely sleeps in his bed.  He sleeps half in and half out.  Sometimes he puts his head on the bed and his body on the floor, and most times he puts his body in the bed and leans his head over the side. As long as he’s comfortable!

I don’t know why I don’t fancy sleeping in either of Midge’s and my beds at the moment.  Maybe they just remind me of him.  Maybe it’s because he’s not sleeping on top of the tunnel, facing me.  It’s only just gone three weeks since he left us, but it seems like months.

Then again, it’s a year since Kevin left us, and that seems like forever. Sometimes I wonder where he is and then I remember. I do that with Midge too. It’s funny to think I’ve had my lump all this time since Kevin left us.  Dr Sally thinks I’m a wonder.  I think that’s a good thing.

I’m fed up with my lump, though. Mummy always gives me a big cuddle when I have to have my meds but I’m fed up with having my meds. The chewy ones are okay though. I find it easier to bite things that stay in chunks rather than things that wrap around my teeth, like lettuce.  Mummy’s noticed I leave a lot of my breakfast.  I can’t really be bothered with it.  Bertie usually finishes it off, I think.  I like the herbs, though.  And the strawberry leaves. And my special pellets.

Why does time go fast, and then go slow? Why does it go fast when I’m sleeping, or when the sun’s out? Why is there more time for cuddles in the morning than in the evening?  I don’t know the answer to any of these questions. If you know, do tell me.

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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Percy pig in the hay box

My Grand Day Out

PercyPercy here. With lump.

Mummy took me out for the day in the car on Friday. We went a very long way, then we stopped for a short while and then Mummy came back and had a cup of coffee.  Then we went on to see Dr Simon in Northampton at the Cat and Rabbit Care Clinic (but they like guinea pigs too).  The was a cat in Reception when we arrived, and a rabbit came out of the vet’s room before we went in to see him.

Dr Simon was very nice. He gave me a cuddle, called me ‘sweetie’ and examined my lump and my teeth. He moved my bottom jaw around to see if I could line my incisors up, which I can, but it takes work, so I leave it a bit sideways if I’m not actually eating something.  He and Mummy talked about my lump while he did that.

Then he took me into another room and wrapped me up to give me a tooth checkover, just like Uncle Barry does.  He told me my teeth were good, he just had to smooth off the outsides of the top ones as a bit of a preventative.  Then we went back to Mummy and he told her what he had done.  Mummy asked lots of questions about eating and stuff.  She seemed content with his answers.  I went back into my box to rest again while they talked.

Then I came home again, and it was still a long way.  We stopped again.  Oh I forgot to say, I think Mummy has a friend in the car but I never saw her.  She started saying things to Mummy after the first stop, when we were on our way to Dr Simon.  Then she stopped talking when we got near Kings Lynn on the way home.  I ignored her at first, but then I discovered she mainly said odd things like “Enter the roundabout and take the second exit.”  When she said that the car would do one of those triple sways, so I started to get used to the warning and the sways. I don’t know where she went after Kings Lynn.  I don’t remember Mummy stopping again to let her out. I spent most of the journey underneath my bed, because that made the noise quieter.

Mummy’s giving me Metacam twice a day now, but otherwise nothing’s changed. Dr Simon told her that Metacam seems to have an inhibiting effect on sarcomas. I’m sure that’s what he said, because I was listening hard, in case Mummy didn’t remember.  But she obviously did because she gave me some Metacam as soon as I got home, along with another slice of cucumber.

I must admit, although I was tired after my day out, I felt good on Saturday.  Until the evening.  Then I started feeling really weird and my body starting twitching.  Mummy was worried about me, and took me out for a cuddle, which felt good and I relaxed, but then the twitching started again. It went on half the night, and I was very tired in the morning, but Mummy was pleased to see I was okay, sort of.  She thinks I might have had a funny turn, probably linked to my lump – which seems to have grown AGAIN.  He’s a picture of me on Sunday morning.  My lower jaw is even further over, and I’m drooping a bit.  That lump is getting heavy.

In fact, I’m not feeling too well this morning. I hope you’re okay today.

Update on Roscoe: he’s doing okay.  His scar is a bit swollen at each end, but Mummy’s treating it just like Dr Sally said. Otherwise he looks fine, and the hair’s growing back.