Hey guys, we put off the vet visit until 3pm, I was pretty much okay until we started getting him ready and then the tears flowed, I then regained myself in the car until we got close to the vets, I felt like I was having some sort of fit, my throat closed and I was trying so hard to regain control of myself, I cried my way into the vets, into the vet room and then the vet (who was lovely and I've never met before but apparently she met Zambi when he had his ultrasound a few weeks earlier). She calmed me down, talked me through the situation, let me decide when it should happen, they took him out to be gassed (just to go to sleep) then she did the injection just outside the door and I held him until his heart stopped, tbh when she brought him in, he looked dead already so I didn't see the point in holding him until the injection worked but still did... You know, I hoped I could hold him when he went to sleep (from being awake).
We've decided to bring him home, show him to his cage mate (seemed freaked out by it but not bothered by the loss), we're going to bury him tomorrow night in my OH's garden.
Breakfast - Nothing, felt sick.
Lunch - 3 Slices of Corned Beef 204cal, Wholemeal bread, 2 slices 196cal, Walkers baked stars 94cal.
Dinner - Sainsburys Italian Mozzarella pasta bake (1/2pack) 495cal, 2 mini naans 240
Snack - Gu Cheesecake - 318cal.
I did have a cookie and forgot to log it so I'm over but don't know how much because it's like a special edition sainsburys cookie, I'm over around 150cal.
Thanks for thinking about me guys... I'm okay now, had a bit of a break down after we got him home, was rocking my pig in it's blanket until my boyfriend suggested we box him up for burial. I felt like I shouldn't let him go, he didn't feel dead, just asleep :/ The vet said it's very normal for us to be so conflicted in 'putting' an animal down because we're programmed to look after them and keep them safe and it's like doing the opposite.