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Status: Not Doing Very Well

Wednesday, July 22nd, 2009

piggyOur oldest and most beloved Guinea Pig began a download slide during the past couple weeks. What we thought was a tumor under his chin was actually an insanely large build up of fluid. After a quick exam, the tech just typed one line on the screen. In the status field she typed “Not Doing Very Well.” After much research it was decided that Piggy was suffering from congestive heart failure and there was no way out.
Our rodent put up a good fight, but late this afternoon, Piggy left this trail of tears, much to the distress of his humans. My eldest took it hardest, calling the day we liberated Piggy “His Best Day Ever.”
A couple things:
You need to understand that Guinea Pigs aren’t like dogs or cats. Dogs can recite the Declaration of Independence and it’s interesting, but it’s not that remarkable. If a Guinea Pig moves his head, everybody feels like they’ve seen some sort of apparition. Expectations are lowered and the Guinea Pigs deliver in spades.
Don’t snicker. He was our pet and we loved him. We know he’s not a German Shepherd or some exotic Egyptian cat. He was much cooler. Got it?
One of his most memorable traits was his complete lack of interest in moving. He could sit in one place for hours on end. The vet suggested this could have been part of his undoing. If you have a pig, make him run around, for God’s sake. Piggy was great at sitting outside on the lawn and taking it all in. He always seemed very wise even though sometimes while drinking at the water bottle he’d lose track of what he was doing and we’d have to gently tap him to remind him he was standing with a water tube in his mouth

Piggy was our first huggable pet and we’re really missing him.

Ladies and Gentlemen, Meet Skuppers

Tuesday, August 26th, 2008

Here he is, still smelling like a can of pipe tobacco, a guinea pig big enough to be a bunny, a guy that might have an even shot at learning a trick if it involves food and he doesn’t have to move very far: Skuppers! (and MG of course).

Weighing in at a svelte 3 lbs... Skuppers!


Rest in Peace little guy…

Thursday, August 14th, 2008

Tonight, 8/14/2008, sometime between 6:30 and 8;30, Huey passed away after a long illness. I’ve listed his good points in the previous post so tonight we’ll just say goodbye to a good friend.
A couple more pics follow and then it’s back to me not posting about a lot of other subjects. 
I love this picture...
Two good friends...

Bus Stop Bus Stop

Thursday, August 14th, 2008

Well, it looks like a chapter in our lives here at the epicenter of St Paul culture is coming to a close. Our second, beloved (don’t forget dumb, funny, charming and filthy) Guinea Pig, Huey is very sick and probably won’t see September. Huey has been ill since the day we picked him up from the shelter two years ago. We could spend 150 bucks a week taking him to any number of vets and I’m sure we’d have the same result: He’d still be a sickly rodent with breathing issues that is lovable, friendly and not always completely in control of his bodily functions. We’ve tried a lot of different paths of treatment and it never seems to do any good.  
Bus Stop of Death In the last month or so he’s lost about half of his body weght in spite of the fact he eats all day. Literally. He’s also starting to lose his balance now and again and is generally looking rough. The irony of the situation is that this is the first time since we’ve had him that his lungs are completely clear. So he has that going for him. In any event the vet (we found a good one for Guinea Pigs if you ever need one) said that he couldn’t figure out exactly what was wrong, but whatever it is, it’s probably going to catch up with Mr Huey soon… 
In the mean time he did a quick blood test for diabetes and Huey’s sugar was low so he perscribed a steroid to help him out a bit on bringing that up and maybe giving him a burst of energy in his time left. This isn’t newsworthy, but I did get to pick up the perscription at Target and even got a consultation with the Pharmacist. It was fun asking to pick up a prescription for Huey Hope.
They are “just” Guinea Pigs, but they are OUR GUINEA PIGS dammit and it’s hard to watch one of them die. We’ve been talking with the tall and short offspring about the inevitable and they’ve been pretty good so far, but I’m not looking forward to the final scene.
Last night my bride was helping our youngest get to sleep and our progeny was talking about Huey’s state. I had been spouting some hackneyed poetic analogies about Huey reaching the end of life’s path to help illustrate the whole thing. (It’s hilarious how much I don’t know as a parent and how much of my time is spent making crap up. I always thought my folks knew what they were talking about! Maybe they did, but I sure don’t. This is my first experience as a con artist). Anyway, as the youngest one (7 going on 27) was talking about the state of Huey she had a great quote.
“Huey was on the path of life, now he’s at the Bus Stop of Death.”
Amen. As this is unfolding I’m filling up the little guy with his favorite oranges even though it’s making him the only living mammal to resemble a koosh ball (his grooming skills have slipped a bit). His roommate Piggy, one of the grumpiest pets of all time, is hip to the fact that something’s going on. He’s in very close proximity to Huey most of the time and even goes into his shelter with him when he’s sleeping. It’s quite a sweet thing to watch.
Probably more than you wanted to know about our Guinea Pigs, but it’s a big deal here.

Status report

Tuesday, March 18th, 2008

I always think that the mundane day to day stuff we go through here at the Hope compound is dull and not worth writing about, but you know, we are so special and so fascinating that I’m sure that humanity is interested.
Yesterday, I got home from work late, and Rosalyn had made pizza so I had a few pieces waiting for me. Not only did I have a few pieces waiting for me, but I also was able to read the paper. That hasn’t happened in ages. Sam was stuck on a level of Super Mario Galaxy and I was able to talk him through it. (complete uninformed guessing, but it worked). Rosalyn and I watched the second part of the John Adams biography on HBO and that ruled. Then after my beloved went to bed, I was able to get through “Hit Me With My Best Shot” on Guitar Hero III on the Hard level so I was feeling quite skilled.

My toothache continues for the start of the fourth week. Today a Calgary dentist I always visit really stepped up and gave me the red carpet treatment and even threw in a pulled wisdom tooth. So I have that going for me.

Allergy season is starting too…. Have I ever told you that I think my 24 hour decongestant really only works for about 23 hours and 15 minutes? That’s another post.
Oh, and thanks for all the cards, flowers and small clumps of hay that you all sent for Huey. He seems to be out of the woods for now. Still congested, but much more spirited.
There you have it. I believe you’re up to date on all the doings here at the epicenter of St Paul culture.
The most important reason I had for posting this info is that Charlie is going to drop our feed unless we provide some new content. He is our only reader so I feel we should appease him.

Huey on the Ropes

Sunday, March 2nd, 2008

Anyone reading this blog would know that Huey is one of our beloved Guinea Pigs. He’s acquired a nasty upper respiratory infection and is huffing and puffing in a fashion that is most worrisome for his humans. We took him to the Emergency Animal Hospital. Imagine a human emergency room except for no insurance. Yikes. He’s currently under medication and resting as comfortably as a rodent with a respiratory infection can rest.
Rosalyn and I considered this to be our Red Phone Moment (couldn’t resist) and in times of trial called upon our years of Guinea Pig experience and took appropriate action. Now we hope for the best.
Little known fact:
Guinea Pigs in the wild NEVER let on to other animals they are sick and are quite famous for this ability.
Downside to Little Known Fact:
There are no domesticated Guinea Pigs that have excelled at this talent and survived.
Hope for the best. Considering he has little control of his bodily functions (even on a good day) and is as dumb as a box of hammers, he’s quite charming and we’re all very concerned.
OK, I’ve talked about my pet. Does that make me a real blogger?