Late last year, I had to ask Guy the vet to come out to see to poor old Snouter’s trotters, which are still causing him bother but are much better. This year, it was the turn of Penny Pig. Penny Pig is a grumpy piglet at the best of times, but when she – or any pig – stops eating, you can be fairly certain that you have a poorly pig.
It has been awful weather here, really cold since November. The snow first started on 6th December, lasted a couple of weeks, then we had a wet but very cold Christmas and then a few days of peculiar, mild temperatures, swiftly followed by the ‘Beast of the East’ which entailed more snow, ice and minus temps during the day and night through the rest of January. I have had snow here at home for about the last three weeks. In fact, we had about 16″ of the damn stuff on Friday on top of the 6-8″ or so that had already fallen over the last couple of weeks.
I think changes in weather affect pigs. Mine certainly do not like to venture out in snow, instead preferring to have
their morning breakfast of hot porridge, sleep all day and then get up for their hot evening meal then go back to bed.
Last Tuesday morning, Penny Pig did not show up for breakfast, so I ventured into the warm and toasty pig bed – it is like a big wooden cabin with lots of straw on the bottom and a thick curtain on the front to keep the cold out and the warmth in. I asked Penny Pig what was wrong, but she did not reply and growled a little, but wouldn’t get up.
Just as a precaution, I called the vet to ask for advice. He said to leave it until the next day and if she was still not eating, then he would come out at 2pm on the Wednesday. Tuesday evening, I got home, prepared a nice hot tasty meal for the Penny Pig and Snoutychops, and whilst Snouter came scuttling out at the sound of the squeaky wooden gate opening, all bright eyed and bushy tailed, there was no sign of Penny Pig. Whilst Snouter ate both his and his sister’s dinner, I went to investigate Penny Pig. Same thing: she wouldn’t move, wouldn’t eat some biscuits I had with me, though very slowly took a couple of slices of apple but no more.
Whilst Snouter was scoffing his double dinner, I gave Penny Pig a once over and a nice tummy rub and it seemed like
her tummy was hurting her. I went back inside and found the oral pain killer that had one dose left from Snouter’s trotters and carefully dripped 2mls between two chocolate biscuits, went back and in and coaxed Penny Pig to eat it, followed by some more apple slices, but still she would not get up.
Wednesday morning came, same thing, no sign of Penny Pig. By this time, she had not eaten for about 30 hours and I was extremely worried about her. I came home from work early to meet the vet. The first thing I did was to check on the pigs and before I knew it, Snouter trotted out, followed by Penny Pig. I looked at her in astonishment and dashed into the house to prepare her some hot porridge with lots of piggie pellets in. Of course, Snouter had to have a second breakfast. Penny Pig tucked in with gusto and I noticed how thin she had become, from not eating for almost two days.
Soon afterwards, Guy the vet ventured down my snow covered drive and I pointed at Penny Pig and said, ‘that is your patient’. He checked her over and said that she seemed ok and without really being able to tell what was wrong with her, we both felt that maybe the oral pain killer had kicked whatever was wrong with her.
I am relieved to say that she is now back to her normal grumpy form.