Tuesday, December 11, 2012
The vet was very concerned with this latest drop in weight, and didn't think the few spurs she found on Bertie's molars was enough to cause this much weight loss. She did further tests while Bertie was under anesthesia and didn't like what she saw: shadows behind Bertie's stomach and liver. It took a while for the test results to come back, but the latest thought is that the kidney disease may, in fact, be caused by a tumor on or near the kidney.
Bertie was in decent spirits when she came home that Tuesday night, other than having a naked belly and sticky from the ultrasound gel. (I found out that little fatheaded pig chowed down Critical Care with abandon with the vet techs during multiple feedings. Totally made me look bad when I complained I couldn't get half that amount into her without a fight!) Wednesday morning wasn't so good. Bertie was one hurting little pig. She tore into her chard with no problem, but I could see it hurt to walk around. I think she was achy from the poking and prodding she endured on Tuesday. I can attest that moving around with an enlarged liver is not comfortable. By Wednesday evening her attitude had bounced back a bit, although she was still losing weight.
By Thursday she'd come back to her old attitude, biting bars and demanding treats. She even stood up to get her green pepper, although she grunted with the effort to do so. Her sheer determination astounds me. She's been pretty much the same for the last week or so, although her weight remains terribly low - hovering in the 650s. There are periods of Bertie being herself, interspersed with flashes of pain and generally not feeling well.
It has been difficult contemplating what action to take next. We miss the Bertie who would run figure-eights, weasel her way into haylofts and emphatically move the tunnel to the first floor. It's just not right for a three year old guinea pig in the prime of her life to be so terribly ill.