Wednesday, September 18, 2013

Badger. The Guinea Pig Who Made The World Smile

This is one of the hardest posts I've ever had to write. My best friend Badger passed away sometime during the night of 15 September 2013. He had just turned three. He was in hospital and I was at home so I didn't even get to say goodbye. My staff did. They went to visit him on Sunday afternoon. It was a lovely warm day, so they took him into the car park and sat with him on their laps and tried to feed him some of his favourite things - basil, coriander and corn husks. He barely nibbled at any of them. When they came home they told me that he didn't look well. His beady little eyes were dull and he just looked so tired.
  
He had numerous problems, possibly caused by poor care at the hands of a guinea pig breeder with whom my staff had left us while they went to Africa. (Believe it or not we didn't really go with them.) The trouble is you see, he never drank water. He got all the moisture his little body needed from the lovely juicy vegetables my staff would feed him, but while we were with the breeder we only got carrots, cabbage and dry pellets. It looks as though all the cabbage gave him bloat, which was treated successfully and the lack of water caused a bladder infection, possibly even a kidney infection.


When piggies are poorly we don't eat; and when we don't eat we stop pooping and our entire digestive system starts to shut down. Both the vet and and my staff were cramming poor Badger with something horrid called critical care. It's an aniseed flavoured mush that is forced into our mouths by syringe. I've had it myself - Blech! Anyway, it's supposed to sustain us if we're not eating and it stimulates our appetite. That's the idea anyway. It's didn't work with Badger and he just lost more and more weight until he looked about half his usual size. Then to fix his dehydration problem the vet gave him multiple injections of subcutaneous fluid. Which is vet-speak for having a horse needle stuck in your butt.

On Monday morning at eight 'o' clock the phone rang. My female staff had already left for work, but my male staff being a lazy bastard pretends to work from home so it was he who picked up the receiver.  He was expecting a call from Cara - our vet who rang with frequent updates - all the ups and downs of Badger's health. My male staff could tell immediately from the tone of Cara's voice that it was bad news. Badger had passed away during the night. My male staff immediately drove down to the vet surgery to bring him home and bury him in the garden under the evodia tree next to Tikki, Wiggles and Biggles the budgies.

When he arrived at the vet he was met by Cara who said she wanted to do a postmortem to see what had finally killed him in case it had implications for yours truly. My male staff agreed and Cara placed Badger, wrapped in a towel and still cold from the fridge on a table in a private room so that my male staff could have some time with him. I wasn't there of course, but my male staff told me that he slowly unwrapped the towel and uncovered Badger's little body. Well, that really did it. My male staff burst into a series of wracking sobs, picked Badger up and clutched him to his chest, tears streaming down his face and soaking his shirt.

After a while he pulled himself together enough to be able to drive home, where he picked me up and started bawling all over again. My fur still hasn't dried out properly. Later that day he returned to the vet surgery to collect and bury Badger's body, more tears. As it turned out my female staff had had a rotten day at work, not helped by my male staff's phone call telling her of Badger's demise. So once more I was dragged from my cage and cried on.

Now a few days on from that horrible Monday we all still feel waves of sadness wash over us. Especially when a British crime drama comes on the telly. These were Badger's favourites. He would sit on one of my staff's lap and take in every clue, rumble at every villain. It had to be British though. He thought the American ones were over-blown and over-acted. If my staff turned him around to face them when one of his TV programmes was on he'd glare at them and quickly turn back to face the telly. 

As you all know, Badger had a foot fetish and his "foot notes" at the end of my weekly blog posts became very popular. I will leave you this week with my favourite. Thank you Badger for three years of fun and happiness.

BADGER'S FOOTNOTE
I have a fear of dirty feet, but some people have a general fear of feet. (Podophobia) This includes their own feet. What a terrible affliction to have because no matter how fast you run, the bloody things will always keep up with you.
 REST IN PEACE BADGER. THE WHOLE WORLD LOVED YOU.




15 comments:

  1. I am so sorry ma pal! Sending big hugs and love. Rest in peace little Badger xxx

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  2. It's so true that Badger was loved around the world. Good thing I don't share an office with anyone; no one has to see me crying at my desk this morning.

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  3. Oh, I'm so sorry. Badger was definitely loved all over the world! I always liked reading his footnotes and seeing pigtures of his happy little face. Sending big hugs, love, and wheeks from the States.

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  4. I was sad enough to hear the sad news about badger but reading about poor staff's last cuddles with him was heartbreaking. xx

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  5. Poor dear Badger, our hugs & snuffles to you, male staff and female staff. We will miss his foot notes and handsome wee face.

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  6. Weeeepppp! So sad. Loved you Badger. Will miss your footnotes. Happy basil munching across the rainbow. V, George and Jake xx

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  7. I called my mom and told her that Badger had died. She was shocked and wanted to know why I would do such a thing. I had to explain that I meant the real Badger, not the one in my books. At first she was relieve, but then she was sad, too.

    In my books, guinea pigs live for hundreds of years. You were well loved and will be missed my little friend.

    I think Mopsy said it best in the comments above, hugs & snuffles.

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  8. Sending you all a massive hug. Badger was amazing and his foot notes were genius! He is going to be very missed.

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  9. I'm so sorry about your loss. Badger was a great pig and I always enjoyed his footnotes. His feet touched a lot of people.

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  10. *soft paw* We were so sorry to learn of Badger's departure for the Bridge, and the heartbreak brought about by his loss *sad face* We send hugs and love to his dear fambly xxx

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  11. finally I read ur tribute blog to Badger & once again I'm in tears. Badger was & will always remain a truly, greatly pedicured cavy. mwah mwah huge hugs & purrs. xoxoxox

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  12. I was just catching up on my Billy the Pig blog reading when I came across this entry. So very sad for Badger. I was stunned to learn of his untimely passing...I enjoyed looking at his cute pictures and reading his footnotes. I will miss him. {Hugs} to all of you.

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    1. Thank you for those very kind words. We were all devastated by his passing and are deeply touched by everyone's thoughts and best wishes.

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  13. R.I.P Badger... You sounded like a wonderful guinea pig!

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    1. Thank you. We think he was special. Everyone's animals are special. It was kind of you to leave a comment. Much appreciated.

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