Last night we said goodbye to Scotti-boy. That makes it sound peaceful. It was not. But now he is out of pain and at peace. Luckily, we caught it early and within an hour he was out of pain. We do not know what happened. Heart failure, stroke, kidney stones, bloat, omental torsion, a combination of any of those - we don't know.
It is hard to not think of those last moments. It was scary and shocking and I was in denial that we couldn't save him. After calling three emergency vets, two exotic vets, and one the best in the nation back in Indianapolis, which would have been at 1 am EST, (I wasn't kidding when I said I was in denial), we made the decision to euthanize Scotti. His condition was disturbing, and that is not what I want to remember.
So this is my attempt at remembering the good times with my little piggy. He was the sheriff of the town - always rumble strutting his way around the cage. He was the king of the pip-pip-pip exploratory noises and the loudest wheeker of the bunch. We buried him next to Xabi and in guinea pig burial fashion, he was laid on top of a bed of timothy hay.
I have posted my favorite photos of him below. Rest in peace little guy.
This is the first week of when we moved into our house. The grass was overgrown and I set the boys to work at mowing it down.
Curious Scotti.
Jedi Biscotti. We often would hold the piggies in our hoodie pockets. Justin, in particular, would have "study sessions" with Scotti while working on homework in grad school.
What a feast! Biscotti loooooved corn and parsley.
Classic Scotti move. Sit IN his hay bin.
Enjoying the loft and bed.
This was when we went on a "pignic".
Thanksgiving glamour shot.
Another one taken at our house. Here he is on the cool sidewalk during a summer day.
One of the first photos of Biscotti. I used to bring home boxes from the deli for the pigs to run around in. He's so little here!
Chilling out in the pig castle.
