Going about with my daily/weekly routine with the little furries, I noticed that my Pixie peed a pool of diluted blood on the floor, and I was horrified.
I immediately asked the brother to google on possibilities, and we somewhat narrowed it to Urinary Tract Infection (UTI) or Bladder stones.
Both sounded horrid to me!
Terrified, but assured that she wouldn't die over night, I made arrangements for Pixie to drop by Namly Animal Clinic the very next day.
I decided against sending her to Mount Pleasant - seeing that they are perfectly useless with their pathetic knowledge of little animal illness, and what is worst, would be the hefty bill that I end up paying for, with no proper diagnosis.
So Namly animal clinic it was, (it was highly rated/recommended for small animals through a quick google check, and they're less costly based on consultation fees alone - from my comparison made from a quick call to Mt Pleasant, the vet clinic at Pet Lover's Holland Village etc).
Mommy offered her little red basket to transport the sick pig to the clinic, and so I lined the basket with newspaper, scribbled the clinic address onto a paper envelope, tucked an old tee onto the nervous piggie and off we go!
A blurry picture of my fuzzy darling looking all sad in the lift.
She kept still throughout the cab ride, making little piggie noises when stroked, alternating between shivers and purrs.
So poor thing!
There was quite abit of doggies for a 4pm appointment.
When it was our turn, the Vet recommended an Xray to determine Pixie's condition, after I told her what I've discovered and listed her list of medical history.
The vet then prepared/scared me with possibilities of cancer in Pixie's womb/uterus, or simply just bladder stones and so on...
I started weeping while the Vet was going through the Xray with me, explaining body parts, gaseous or solid matters etc in a serious and grave expression, just because I thought my little pixie's gonna die instantly!
I seriously hate medical talks!
Ugh!
Turns out, the furry one has got a stone in her bladder (As googled). I was hoping for a UTI..
It's rather serious, but she'll survive, with possibilities of discomfort or pain.
On a serious note, I had to get Pixie to eat, as there was a huge gap of air forming in her tummy, and the possibility of her keeling over from the lack of food is higher than her flopping over from her bladder stones predicament.
Peeking at the xray, the stone in the bladder is about the size of a tiny pebble - which going by her size is huge!
Surgery is not an option, due to her age, and so we'll leave her to eat happily ever after until her time comes.
I'm very sure my little pixie will live until she's 8 or longer, just because I say so. :)
On our way home, I discovered that Namly Place is not a cab friendly area.
I had to walk all the way out to the main road, with her tucked up in her basket and tee, just to get us home safely.
I could not believe how active she became suddenly, as she shuffles around in her basket, playing her version of heads or tail with me.
One moment she had her head facing towards the direction that we are headed for, and after some shuffling about under her comfy tee, her head has been replaced with her butt. Gosh!
It's as if she was equally relieved that she wasn't about to leave my side anytime soon.
Took a few pictures of her when we got home..
Fed her a cocktail of medication!
Siao!
Literally high on drugs with stringe to assist oral feeding.
The powdered mixture that made both the sick pig and healthy bunny go crazy.
Makes me wonder what exactly is in the powdered mixture that made both the furries so excited!
Hmmm..
Hmmm..
Total bill? a hefty $120!
and so Pixie's fine!
:)
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Pixie: Thank you for being there for me for the past 6 years and going.
You've been a great listener, a joy to care for, and a constant that has seen me through the ups and downs of my early twenties.
As I progress onto my late twenties, I can only hope that you'll live on with me for as long as you can - for you mean the world to me, just like your undying penchant for those chinese cabbage that never fails to lift your day.
Muark.
