Here is her goodbye post about Tumbleweed, as posted on the GPDD on the 8th of June in 2010
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It is with a most sad heart that I write to tell everyone that
Tumbleweed recently passed away. I am most remiss in not posting
sooner, but after a day or two, we became very worried about his buddy,
Friday. Friday has been in serious mourning, and we are looking for a
new friend for him.
Tumbleweed was six years and two or three months old. He and Sunshine
(RIP) came to us as part of the Maryland piggie rescue, which
Metropolitan Guinea Pig Rescue coordinated (thanks, Judi and company).
Tumbleweed was a black and white (with a bit of "hidden" caramel)
Peruvian piggie, and his crazy bangs inspired my vet to suggest his
name. Like a snowflake, Tumbleweed's hair never looked the same twice.
His white was mostly at his waist, and I always thought of his lovely
long white hair as angel wings.
Tumbleweed was a good-natured, laid-back piggie who never met a
stranger. When we introduced him to Sunshine, it was friendship at
first sight. Then we introduced both piggies to our Joey (RIP), and the
reaction was the same. Later, we got Friday, and Friday decided
Tumbleweed was the best friend ever.
Our boy loved standing on the wooden tables in his cage to eat hay. He
also enjoyed laptime and falling asleep in his hay trough on the floor.
Seeing him trot across the floor was quite a treat, as his wings swept
behind him.
Behind Tumbleweed's gentle nature was a quiet bravery. Vet visits, nail
trims, X-rays, shots -- nothing ever phased him. Two years ago, we
almost lost him after he developed a tooth abscess that affected his
chin. He had to have a tooth removed, and for the whole summer we were
so afraid we would lose him. We cut his food into strips, syringed
pellets, water, and Critical Care to him, and cleaned his abscess
daily. Sometimes, in the intervening two years, he had gas, and my
husband made a vibrating massage pad for him. He never seemed to mind
resting on it, and it finally helped.
A few weeks ago, I noticed that his poops seemed to be getting smaller.
I took him to the vet, and we tried Reglan, but his poops didn't
improve. We then had an X-ray done and were shocked to discover that he
had a (probably) cancerous tumor pressing on his intestines. By then,
he was growing much weaker, despite our syringing a slurry of pellets to
him and tempting him with his favorite foods. Palliative care,
including a steroid shot and a shot of antibiotics, didn't help, and
when he sat in his "sofa" without moving and refused to eat, we knew it
was time to help him to the Bridge. Our vet gave him a sedative, and I
held him while my husband and I talked with him. I think the pain
gently began to leave his body. Our vet then took him to give him the
final shot
Although surgery was not an option, due to its high probability of
failure, we had hoped so much that he might somehow perk up. As he grew
weaker, we reminded him of how he had come to live with us, of all the
piggies he had known, and of how very much we loved him and appreciated
each day with him. I also told him to use his "wings" to fly to the
Bridge when it was his time.
If you'd like to see a photo of him, there are a couple of places on the
Web to look. Among his adventures, Tumbleweed was very happy to be able
to become one of the SCAMPS and to be included on the SCAMPS site.
Thanks, Mieke.
He also was most pleased to be recruited by AgentF to be a Secret
Agent -- see April 27, 2010. Thanks, AgentF.
Tumbleweed, thank you for sharing your life with us. You will live on
always in our hearts. It was an honor to have known you.
Sadly,
Cindy and Friday
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