Neither pig had been quite themselves for a week or three. Nothing was particular worrisome - a little weight loss, some heavy sleeping, some moping about, some overzealous chasing and humping. Between their recent behavior and some suspicions I had been harboring about Pinni for months, I decided to haul them both to the vet.
Pinni was examined first and my fears were confirmed: ovarian cysts.
|Pinni getting a bare belly|
Pinni was a very good pig and did not flinch at all from the clippers or the noise. She did, however, grumble at having her bare belly touched.
Next came the gel. Pinni even less pleased about that. At this point she began to alert anyone in the office that she was being abused and someone needed to do something about it. Immediately. Still, she was pretty good and not too wriggly.
|Searching for cysts|
We never got a good look at the left ovary. They attempted it several times before Pinni had had enough of getting her innards squished and started to protest in earnest.
Dr. Holmes is never keen to perform surgery on guinea pigs, and we have had great success treating Willow's and Pippin's cysts with hCG. So I've opted to do that again with Pinniped. The hCG is on order and we'll start giving her injections as soon as it comes in.
|Bertie cleans up Pinni|
As for Bertie? She escaped much of the manhandling and the humiliation of having her belly shaved. But I think she got the worst of it: her mouth was cleaned out with cotton swabs and she was jabbed with needles to draw blood. I think she'd rather have had her belly shaved.
We are once again faced with an obscure illness. Teeth are fine. Breathing is clear. No nasal discharge. She's sleeping like the dead, but when she's active, she looks fine. She's not depressed like last summer. Her behavior is just... muted. So a blood test was ordered in hopes for an answer.
|Dr. Holmes and Bertie|
(slurping down the last of the corn husk)
Both pigs were wiped out on the way home. Bertie worried me, because she was really exhausted. Pinni was subdued (I think she was still upset about her bare belly). They gratefully ate husks, Pinni consuming the majority of them.
Bertie was so tired when she got home, she wouldn't get up to eat greens (but did nibble on what was placed in front of her). Pinni stayed close to Bertie, as if to watch over her (while she, herself, could stay awake). Bertie was a lot perkier by the next morning, which was a relief. However, I'm still a little shaken up by Bertie's trip to the vet. Her utter exhaustion afterwards indicates she is really sick - a lot more than what I had perceived. Her eating and her weight have been a little flaky since last summer, which I chalked up to her viruses (pneumonia virus of mice (PVM) and guinea pig adenovirus). But this certainly seems like something new. I'm not happy with Pinni's cysts, but I've been through this before and am confident the hCG will take care of the issue. But Bertie? I fear the blood tests will not show what is wrong and the vet and I will be left groping for answers.