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Guinea Pigs Gone to the Rainbow Bridge |
October 2003 - March 2004 |
It is said that when we lose a friend, there is a new star in the sky at night. On these cold, bleak Winter nights I look up, and through my tears I see the stars of a constellation twinkling in the sky. I hope your spirits run free, dashing and playing in meadows of sweet timothy grass, with cool waters to sip and sweet fruits to nibble and play with. May you have places to explore, treats beyond measure, and cardboard to nibble.
To all our gentle beloved piggies, we will always love you.
- T. Green, 1996
Today
I lost my best friend and loving pet, she passed over the bridge some
time this morning. I knew it was almost her time to go, she had gotten
sick and my vet didn't know why. She was only four years old. I told
her I loved her so many times before I went to bed last night, and I
told her I wish we could be together longer. My biggest regret is that
I wasnt there with her, holding her when she went. I hope she didn't
suffer. I'm going to miss her with all my heart. Sure there will be
other guinea pigs to come, but she'll always have a special place in
my heart as my first guinea pig. I hope she's having fun at the bridge,
I'm sure she has little to squeak about now. Her water is always full
and she never runs out of food and veggies. I cry, and I hope she cant
see me. Im afraid if she does she might feel guilty for leaving, but
shes in good hands now, and I'm sure shes having a great time. I cant
wait till I go over the rainbow bridge so I can be reunited with her.
In loving memory of Jelly-Roll. I miss you more than you can ever imagine.
Love, your mommy: Manda
Smudge
Fall 1999-March 9th 2004
My
little piggy, my beautiful baby boy. I will never forget the first day
I saw you. We were in the pet store, picking up supplies. I was 10 and
I knew that soon I was going to receive a Guinea Pig from the Greenburg
Nature Center, down the street from me. However, when I passed the Guinea
Pigs in the store, I saw all these cute little piggies. But this one
gorgeous little baby caught my eye. With a beautiful tan coat, and a
half inch of white on his upper back. He was sleeping and his eyes were
closed. I tried to pull myself away convincing myself that he would
find a good home. Well, that home turned out to be mine the next day,
after we found out that the Guinea Pig we thought would be ours was
going to be given to a nursery school. I was overjoyed. We went back
to the pet store, and I brought one of the workers over. It took her
so long to take him out... he was so fast!
When my beloved cat died when I was 12, he helped me through it... he was so comforting. Smudgie was the most gentle piggy. He had the purest heart of gold, never bit, and was always happy... especially when he was given a little lettuce treat.
Two days ago he stopped eating. My mom brought him to the vet. He had a little infection and was very dehydrated. That night when I got home after being away for the weekend, I spent about 3 hours with him just stroking him focusing all of my attention on making him comfortable. He still didn't want to eat. His kidneys were not functioning properly either. This morning, when my Mom went in to feed him, he was very peaceful. He had been called home to God. I know that he has crossed The Rainbow Bridge and is in a place filled with lettuce and hay... with his own little special plastic igloo shaped home, just like he had on earth. I haven't seen his body... I want to remember him for the lively beautiful boy he is. I know that I will meet him again. I will always love you with all of my heart and soul, Smudgie. You will always be with me. You made a 10 year old so happy, all the way through her 15th birthday. You will be greatly missed. I love you baby.
Love Always,
Elizabeth
My Babie Girl died in my arms in late January. I knew she only had a few hours to live because the vet diagnosed heart failure. He said she wasn't in pain so I took her home and spent the last five hours petting her, loving her. I told her that she was my heart and soul. I meant it. I still mean it.
I love my precious Babie Girl so much. She was so sweet and loving. The beginning of her life was so tough because she was cronically ill. It took about three months but I was able to nurse her back to health.
Babie Girl and her companion pig Poopie (who is still running around and making me the happiest mommy in the world) were my traveling guinea pigs. For the last four years they came with me on every trip. They were/are my children. Babie loved to fall asleep with me at night. Every night. She loved to sleep on my chest. I think she enjoyed hearing my heart beat. She loved her freeze dried strawberries and any type of sweet cereal. What a sweet tooth. Basically, she loved to snuggle and she loved me.
I miss my little girl. I still cry. Sometimes it is hard for me to go on.
Babie Girl you gave me the happiest four years of my life. You are missed. I can't wait until we meet again over Rainbow Bridge.
I love you,
Cathy
Our
beautiful Sheltie guinea pig Ella died peacefully in her sleep in the
early hours of Monday 26 January 2004. She was 4 years and 11 months
old.
We knew the time would
come eventually but we can still hardly believe that you're not here
anymore. Home isn't the same without our little girl.
Every morning your excitement for food. Everyday the pleasure you gave
us. Your squeaks, your pretty face, how lovely you were, we will never
forget.
Such a bossy little girl but yet so sweet and gentle, you fought many ailments over the years when finally old age took you away from us.
We are thankful you lived a long and happy life.
We are thankful we had one last cuddle with you.
Reunited with Aubury and Mee-Mee, you lie under the Cotoneaster tree in the garden. We love you so much and really miss you.
Goodbye Chip, until we meet again...
Mum and Dad xx
My dearest darling little boy, Fred, passed away tonight. My heart is very heavy, my sadness is deep, the tears flowing endlessly.
My first and only piggie, I loved you so very much. You were a little rascal from the start, always tossing your head in defiance. Even though you acted like you hated to be picked up, your little squeal of delight, big stretch and a yawn gave it away that you were secretly loving it. You rang your bell so joyously every morning for breakfast and so many times whenever I would walk in the door. I always ran to you to say good morning and tucked you in at night.
I'm so very sorry I left you alone today, not knowing that you were ill. You gave your little bell one last ring to let me know you were leaving. I tried to save you, holding you in my arms and rocking you. I took you to the emergency vet, but they told me you wanted to let go and fought against their valient efforts to save you. I held you in my arms even though you had taken your last breath and told you how much I loved you. Then I took you home and buried you in the yard by the one tulip that will grow there in the summer.
I miss you so much my sweet little boy. The house is empty without you.
Jerry and Jack, your best buddies (kitties), miss you too.
We will all meet again
at the Bridge.
Love, Mommy
He was only 2 years old. Almost 3. I loved him more than anything. We don't have a clue what happened to him. He was fine when we fed him that morning. Then a little after 11:30 AM we gave him a corrot and he wouldn't eat it. We knew something was wrong. We took him out and he was very pale and having trouble breathing. We called my mom to tell her what was happening and while we were on the phone he took his last breath.He was lying next to me on my bed. Now it's 12:18 and still I hold and kiss him. I know he's in a bettter place now but i can't help asking my self why? Why did he have to go now? Why so close to Christmas? I wasn't ready for him to go. Tomarrow I will wake up and go downstairs and open presents and drink eggnog... But I will be sad... and unhappy... Iwill do it with a frown on my face.... It will be the worst Christmas i have ever had but I will try to remember that he is in a better place and that although i can not see him he is always there. And maybe in the spring I will get another guinea pig. Not to replace him but to keep me company and to remind me of him. My guinea pig. My baby. My Ralf. You will live on in my heart forever. Always..........
Jake was about 3 years old. He had been abandoned in San Diego's Balboa Park as a baby and was lucky enough to be found and brought to a rescue where I saw him. He was a feisty piggie who loved to eat, but he was also sweet and loved to snuggle and under my chin and give me kisses. He lost his companion at the beginning of this year, and was ailing the last couple of months. He was a classic Dutch guinea pig, brown and white with huge black eyes. He will be sorely missed by all
Gaby and the piggies: Salazar, Charlie and Willie
KirbyIt is with great sadness that we add our beloved Kirby to the list of piggies that have crossed over the Bridge. He was our senior piggie of eight, even though he was only 3 ½ years old. We brought him home when he was a tiny little baby. He could easily have been in a teacup and still had room leftover. When he would sit on my knee and watch tv, silhouetted against the screen, his ears were so big in relation to the rest of him that we thought he looked like Ross Perot from the back. Naturally, he grew into his ears over time and was quite the handsome fellow. Everyone who met him thought the same thing. He loved being petted and praised. And was a real talker too. He would come to the side of the cage every time anyone came by, wanting to be petted. If you were petting one of the other pigs, he would nuzzle right under your hand to get some too. We often called him our little puppy.
Late Saturday, with a feeling of dread, we noticed his puffy breathing but decided to give him overnight and see how he was Sunday morning. When he was no better, we took him to the guinea pig emergency vet who could find nothing specific wrong with him, but put him on an antibiotic. We were encouraged that he was still interested in his food and hoped for the best. I held and caressed him most of Monday, but he hated taking the medicine and fought so hard against it. Tuesday he seemed to be making no progress and had stopped eating. The vet said he probably hadn’t been on the antibiotic long enough for it to be effective. We managed to coax down his medicine, some banana “soup” and water. He seemed to be calm and accepting. We rocked and “talked” and nuzzled all morning. After lunch, I thought that he would perhaps take a little more food and water since he had accepted it before. Even though I hadn’t offered him the food, he seemed to know what I was thinking and completely freaked out. He refused to be comforted or calm down. Then he simply collapsed in my arms and was gone. I can’t escape the feeling that I should have just left him alone, although I know that he couldn’t not eat or drink for long. I think the enigma with piggies is that by the time you can tell that they are sick, there is usually not enough time for the treatment to work.
Kirby, we miss you and love you. We know you are now breathing free and scarfing up all your treats, happy and healthy again. I hope all the love we shared at the end was comforting to you in your distress. And even though I didn’t want you to go, the thought of you suffering was more unbearable.
Love Always, Mom, Dad and Matt, TigerCat, Pig Bros: Otis, L.P., Halston, Woody and Gizmo, Pig Sis’: Lily and Pansy
It's been three weeks now since
I've lost my little friend (my little bud bud) and I still can't believe
he is gone. I knew the day would eventually come and even though I
had 5 1/2 wonderful years with him, I had it in my head that he would
be with me for as long as they say a guinea pig could live--up to
7 or 8 years.
That Wednesday night I held him wrapped in a towel for the evening.
I put him down to sleep and prayed that by morning he would be better.
But it wasn't to be. The next morning when I picked him up it scared
me because I knew it wasn't good. I held him in my lap wrapped in
a towel willing him to hold on until I could get him to the vet. As
I was making the appointment, he took his last breath. I didn't realize
it for maybe ten minutes that he had already passed. I thought he
just settled his head on my leg. My sweet little man was gone and
with him he took my heart.
He brought so much joy to my life from the moment I took him home.
He was only a month old when I got him and little enough to fit in
the palm of my hand... I loved every minute of the time I spent with
him. No matter what else was going on in my life, he always brought
a smile to my face and a lightness to my heart. I will always have
the memories of his very special personality. The memory of him running
up to me and standing with his head down waiting for me to pet him
or all of the times I would look over at his sweet little face and
see him watching me or the times I would say his name and tell him
to come and he would come running over to me. There isn't a room in
the house that I don't still feel his presence.
I am comforted by the fact that I was holding him when he left but
so deeply saddened by the memory of his last breath. The tears are
never ending and the ache of silence resonates in our house and in
my heart. I miss him so much it hurts...Such a small creature has
made such a big presence in my life and I will be forever grateful
for that.
You will always be very special to me...I miss you and love you my
little Bud....
Love Always and Forever
Sharon
Lobo
the Main Man HairpigLobo, my beloved litte hairpig, has now passed away.You fought so bravely, baby boy, and you wanted to stay with me and your girlfriend Tankgirl the Tyrant, but you were very old -around nine years- and could not find the strength to stay anymore. You were the most beautiful, colorful and furry little guy, and I thought it was hilarious to name such a soft and gentle little creature after the ruff comic character Lobo.You used to lie purring on my chest with all four legs in the air, showing off your stomach so I could rub it for you, and you nearly drove Tankgirl crazy with your tender loving rumblestrutting, chasing her all around, humming and wiggling your bottom, trying to make some piggy love (forcing her to kick and pee on your nose in self defence -which you did not mind at all, it was sure a big circus). Whenever I came home I was always greeted by your high weeks for goodies and you were always the unafraid one, curious and eager to explore.
I miss you so much my heart feels like it is going to implode. I feel so empty without you. I miss your soft fur, your soft noises as you went on adventures (commenting everything in your way), I miss your dark clear eyes looking into mine, I miss your little pink tongue licking my finger. I will always love you Lobo, my little guy my baby boy hairpig, and I hope that I will see you again and hold you in my arms once more.
All my love and kisses
Isabelle
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