If you follow me on social media at all, you’ll notice that I’ve gotten hella sad and depressed.
Oreo, our oldest guinea pig, passed away Monday night after needing emergency surgery.
He died in my arms. I tried to bring him back. He was just too far gone.
It’s so sad.
In January of 2015, T found a photo of Oreo and wanted to go see him even though we already had our Jaq and Gus Gus. The shelter he was located in was not really used to guinea pigs and didn’t have the right things to take care of him, from food to the cage setup. They also had him right outside of the dog area and Oreo was very scared.
I don’t often talk about things, but I have some emotional… sensitivities or gifts. Empathy with animals is the big one – I think because I had to tone down the human empathy due to my upbringing. I still sense things with many people but have blocked a lot.
Anyway, feeling his fear and worry, I couldn’t stand to see Oreo like that. So I fought to bring him home.
Here’s the Facebook post from January 26, 2015, the day after we saw him:
So I may have just been hella assertive.
This little guy’s name is Oreo and he has been at the Jefferson County Humane Society since the end of September 🙁 He’s close to the dogs, and gets very scared when they all start barking. He’s also in a chilly area that could potentially cause more URIs. We went and saw him Saturday, and fell in love.
I found out today that our apartment complex has a two pet restriction after getting a sad call from JCHS that we couldn’t take Oreo due to that. I think honestly it is because they allow cats. I can understand how too many cats in an apartment would cause a lot of extra clean up once the owners move out… but a caged animal like a guinea pig?
I brought up fish, which are also caged animals, and was like do you allow only two fish?
I felt pretty good about it.
Needless to say, I won the battle and Oreo gets to come to his furr-ever home tomorrow night
Within a week, he had settled in with T and I – though he was very nervous.
We quickly found that he did NOT get along with Gus Gus, but fell in love with Jaq.
Oreo’s owners prior to being at the shelter had allergies. He was always by himself and wasn’t handled much. As a result, he didn’t know how to act like a true guinea pig. That changed as he and Jaq got to be best friends.
He quickly also learned how funny it was to pee on me.
He even followed in T’s footsteps and started learning about baseball.
He would help me try to wake T up from weekend naps…
And then give up.
And then enjoy snuggles with the biggest smile.
He and Jaq and Gus tried to get along, but Gus doesn’t play well. Still, it made for some cute pictures.
Jaq and Oreo would groom each other…
And snuggle together…
And explore together.
Oreo was the first piggie to brave the kitchen, too!
He always took it upon himself to protect Jaq.
They were inseparable.
Oreo was incredibly photogenic.
T got me the sweetest Christmas present – a drawing of me and all three of our babies.
On his home-a-versary, we fed Oreo a ton of his favorite – red peppers.
He was involved in politics…
And always promoted healthy body image…
He was grateful…
And he was an amazing snuggler.
When Oreo had his first bladder stone surgery in April, it was hard on Jaq. He visited often until Oreo was well enough to go back home.
He and I watched Ghost Adventures and more together.
We had to feed him baby food.
He also enjoyed eating piggie wipes.
He was so happy when his incision had healed enough to have big snuggles.
And enjoyed sleeping in the sun.
He started behaving in a way that showed the pain relief from this bladder stone, running between T and I looking for scritches and snacks.
He would even skip us and wait by the fridge or in the kitchen for noms.
On Saturday, he was still full of loves and snuggles and popcorns.
On Monday, we took him to the vet because he thought he was impacted with the poos. It turned out that he was trying to pass huge bladder stones lodged in parts of his body.
I will always hate that our last real picture with him was at the vet.
When we brought him home, he had a really hard time coming out from the drug-induced sleep. Around 10 pm he started to breathe funny. I started to pet him and talk to him.
Then he just stretched out and stopped.
I tried to wake him up, to bring him back. I did CPR and mouth-to-mouth. I woke T up and we both tried while crying.
Neither of us really slept. We held each other and cried all night. And in the morning, we did it again.
I somehow knew this was coming. I had pain in places he hurt. I kept having nightmares. I kept thinking what would happen if one of them passed and it was always Oreo in my thoughts.
The nightmares are gone, but I’d keep them if it would bring him back.
On Wednesday, we brought him home for the last time.
I love you so much, sweet Oreo. You brought so much love and laughter into this home. You grew from a scared and worried boy into one of the most trusting and approachable pets I’ve seen. You were so amazingly sweet and kind. Even while you were in pain, you were focused on your buddy, on being happy-go-lucky, and on love.
I will miss you every single day until you welcome me over the rainbow bridge.