|Posted on November 5, 2011 at 3:20 PM|
It's been a hard week. And I know there will be progressively more hard days making for hard weeks. Our Darlins are getting older. Some of them are already very old and well outside what is generally considered their "normal" lifespan. Many had several years on them before they ever came to us and we have been at it for over a decade. And it is never easy when they make up their minds to go on to that "better place" despite all my begging and pleading and best that can be found medical intervention. Blue made that decision at about 3:30am this morning. She was at least 14 and maybe a couple of years older than that but I feel certain she had some genetic issues from the git go.
Blue is one of the four reasons I founded and operate an animal sanctuary today. She and her other friends, Tess, Teneille, and Benny Boo (who we lost earlier this year to an inoperable neck tumor), were my first four rescues. I got them from a breeder who decided she would rather breed goats. They were never supposed to stay with me at all. I was just supposed to pick them up and deliver them elsewhere. Long story short, that didn't work out the way it was supposed to so they remained with me. The 3 females gave birth to 17 babies between them, Blue having six. One of Blue's babies was born without an anus and died. Another one was born with a severe cleft palate and died. A third one was stillborn.
Blue had surgery Thursday for what I feared was one of those uterine tumors. She might have survived if that had been the case. Unfortunately, she had a twisted cecum and what appeared to be a tumor was actually bloat. I'd never seen it before and I hope to never see it again. Mortality is high whether it is a dog, cat, and especially a pig. I was greatly relieved it was not something that because of the number of animals and magnitude of work that I had somehow missed. The vet said they blow up like a balloon practically overnight and the prognosis is never good. Never got much of a definitive answer as to the probable cause. He originally thought her stomach had rolled over on itself until he got inside and discovered it was the cecum that was twisted. It was a tough surgery but I had no choice but to give her the chance. She fought the good fight but I guess it was just too much for an older pig. I am so very sad.