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Guinea Pigs Gone to the Rainbow Bridge |
December 1998 - March 1999 |
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
I had a guinea pig named Snowi. He was one of my most favorite ones. I have had him since he was born. He died at age 3 1/2 months. He died suddenly after he had an operation. I loved the way he would "popcorn" in his cage all the time. And also, how he would purr and wheek. I'll miss him very much. Please be happy at the Rainbow Bridge.
Love,
Carrie, Mom, Pete, and Dad XOXOXO
Dearest Walter
Yesterday March 19th, your namesakes (your pap pap's) birthday, You left to go be with your brother Axel Rose! I know he was there when you made it across the bridge, I know that Axel Rose embraced you and introduced you to Slash. My poor little Walter-2 days ago you began to breath funny- I came home from work early so take you to the vet-they hoped it was pneumonia but they feared it was congestive heart failure or a tumor. We all prayed for you! I didn't want you to leave me yet! I only had you for 5 months we still had so much to learn about each other!
This is so hard for me baby boy- you were so adorable I still see your little red face looking at me saying hey mom give me something to eat! I want to thank you Walter for being there when Axel passed- you allowed me to love you and cry while looking at me saying hey I'm here love me! I do love you Walter!
Thank you for waiting until I got home before you had to go. I think you needed me to say it was ok and I would find a way to go on without my little man. I am happy that we were able to say good bye and I stoke your little head when you left.
Walter I love you and now I know your not suffering dealing with whatever made you sick- I want you to know that your mommie and daddy Peanut and Trouble loved you. Mommie will take good care of your cat and help her again deal with the loss of her dear little piggie!
Walter I love you
Mommie
She was a typical abby, who chose me rather than the other way round. I had three babies to choose from, and thought I 'ought' to have the cream, as I had red piggies already, but Pickle came up to me and looked me in the eye - 'no, you want ME', so I took her home and never regretted it. She had many beautiful babies (she was particularly good at dalmatians) and was a typical abby - very noisy, screaming when I picked her up even though she loved a cuddle. I will miss her so much.
After the terrible loss of my sweet little Nero, I find myself thinking of him all the time, and missing his adorable little black face & whiskers. Even now I can see him, cuddled up to his rabbit and grunting sleepily. As a young boar, when let out to run loose, he would go straight to the bathroom and run laps round & round the toilet. I miss how he used to drink water from his bottle with an expression of deep concentration, always with a specific rhythm - lick lick lick pause, lick lick lick pause. At dinner time, his anti-theft-of-food-by-rabbit system would include siezing a tidbit of carrot or cucumber and racing into his box shelter to eat it. I recall his vigorous rattle of the cage bars whenever he heard someone open a bottle of beer. I miss his finger taste tests - sort of nipping, but never biting. I remember how once he was sitting on my chest, watching TV with me - I yawned, and Nero stuck his whole head in my mouth - "Hey, what's in there?" I have an indelible image in my mind of Nero and our cat Tarin sharing a piece of whole wheat bread. How he once crawled into the sleeve of my cardigan and peed on my arm - how could I be mad? The memory of holding him in a blanket in my lap while administering vitamin water through an eye dropper is overwhelmingly near. The house seems empty without him.
Arthur my beloved pig died of a heart attack after what should have been a life saving operation. When I was taking him to the vets for the op a rather sad song was playing on the radio, don't speak by no doubt. I thought about turning the car around but the lump in his jaw was getting bigger, the size of a cherry. I thought that the worst thing that could happen was that he simply would not come through the anaestetic. I now wish he hadn't. Arthur I will never forget you and your temper, your amusing ways, your bravery ( or stupidity) the way that you ran around the house like a complete idiot with your son William. God bless and I hope you have found the spirits of all my previous piggies especially Sandy who had to be put down after bravely defending her young against a stoat.Your spirit is kept alive in your son William and your 9 grandchildren, none of them can replace you but some of them share some of your personality.
To lose three of you in three months has been very hard. We miss Mav's attitude, Chloe's wheeks and Callie's antics. I hope that you are all at the bridge and meeting up with the rest of the herd, finding tasty grass and lots of fresh hay. I'm sorry that your time with me was so short but you are still in my heart.
Love,
Karen
xxx
Dear Pepper,
We love you very much! We cannot believe what a strong little piggy you have been. You made it through such an amazing surgery. We don't know how old you were, only that you had been with us for 3 1/2 years. Not long enough. We have seen you grow from a malnourished and skinny little fuzzy, into a beautiful, chubby, healthy girl. People always told us how beautiful you were. We only wish that we would have told you more. Please forgive us for putting you through this horrible ordeal. You went from such a big strong girl into such a weak and distant little thing in such a short period. No one gave up hope. The clinic and all of our friends on the GPDD were so kind. What we wouldn't give to see you run, eat and talk to Reeses(Mo). He misses you terribly, as do we. We wish we would have spend more time with you, and loved you more. You were always so patient, kind and gentle, you never bit or clacked your teeth at us. You surprised us when we tried to feed you with the syringe and you got mad and pushed it away. Oh, how we wish you would've done that the day before you died. Your eyes were so distant and old. We cannot believe how much it still hurts. We wish we could've taken the pain away from you and made you well. We hope that you never forget how much you've meant to us, Pepper girl. You took a big piece of our hearts with you when you went to the Bridge. Thank you for being our love and our baby girl. We love you.
Lots of love forever,
Shannon, Rob, Reeses(Mo), Rosie, Pumpkin, Daisy and Lily
Spunky came to us from a friend. She was one of the surprise babies of a pet store guinea pig who was supposed to be male. She was a mostly black Aby with a brown stripe around the middle. She was our first guinea pig, and she taught us how fascinating, affectionate, and endearing such little creatures can be. Her name perfectly fit her; she always had a mind of her own. While she loved to be petted, she always insisted on having all four feet on the ground (or on my arm or lap) before she would settle down. I could tell that she had really begun to trust me when she occasionally stretched her feet out behind her while I scratched her back. She didn't like us to pet her on her head or sides, and she absolutely refused to let us touch her belly. I finally discovered that she liked me to pet her head backwards (from her neck toward her nose).
She loved exploring and seeing new things. Despite being the runt of the litter, she had an industrial strength wheek, which she employed whenever she wanted food or attention. We called it her "siren." Her favorite treats were dried banana chips. Although she loved dried carrots, she wouldn't touch a fresh one - or any other fresh veggies. She enjoyed gnawing toilet paper rolls, and she ate paper whenever she could snatch some. Her favorite sleeping place was a portable "pants leg" we made by cutting off the end of one leg of a pair of jeans. When we first got her, Spunky kept running into my daughter's jeans leg as she sat on the floor. My daughter had to take off her jeans to get her out! So I made Spunky her own pants leg to sleep in at night. I made her a new one when she outgrew the first one.
For three years, she was an "only pig." Then, because we were away from home more often, we brought home Olga from the pet store. Spunky and Olga got along very well. Olga gave Spunky a second youth. She had begun to slow down and get quieter, but Olga brought back her spark. She learned to eat fresh veggies and discovered that she adored carrots and dandelion greens. Her wheek came back, and she enjoyed showing Olga the run of the play room. Olga also brought her a case of lice from the pet store (and maybe mites, too), but the vet took care of that. Spunky was the tamest of our four guinea pigs; she was the only one who would let us pet her when she was out during floor time (unless she thought we were going to grab her, and then she took off like a shot). In her fifth year, she started getting more frail and sleeping more often, but her spirit was always curious and energetic. As her fifth birthday neared, she fell ill. She was a trooper at the vet's office, but she jumped into my arms when he was done and tried to hide her head. She just wanted to cuddle and rest. She died later that day. We think she was the most beautiful guinea pig in the world. She touched our lives and hearts, and we will always remember her.
Brenda, with Olga, Airedale, and Tigger
JJ, your daddy slave named you Jumping John partly after him and partly as a Rolling Stones fan. Even though Daddy was alergic to you, he still felt bad about loosing you.
My Silkman, you were a sweetheart, just like my other pigs.You will be missed, but never forgotten. We will always remember you and your squeeks.
Love from your family, Daddy, Mommy, Pete, Tom, Cathy, Philip, Richard, Mike the dog and Alan,your cagemate.
Her little squeaks I will miss,
One last kiss,
I know it’s sad I know my dear Ginger,
I will miss you like you were my sister,
You’ll be sad,
For all the time you’ve had,
Some friends you’ll never see again’
I’ll miss you Ginger
You’re my best friend
Elizabeth (9 yrs)
Snow you struggle for your life
We watch you as so hard you fight
We know for us you tried to live
But as you leave we will forgive
We understand that you must go
Your fur and eyes have lost their glow
Your body's weak, You fight for breath
We dont know where you get the strength thats left
We cry as we watch your painful
days
We prayed and cried and wished you'd stay
We know we're selfish and you must go
You need to know we love you Snow
We hold you tight and comfort you
When will this ordeal be through
We've seen you struggle hard and long
We never knew you'd be so strong
Your funny face is now so sad
Remember how your games made Devin glad
You were a good pet and gave lots of love
I hope you know we loved you too
We tried and tried to pull you through
Youve done your work, your time is through
I hope you know we loved you too-
Your heart must ache to leave your
boys
The owners to whom you brought great joy
They cry for you they loved you so
But in thier heart they know you must go
The boys you live with are broken
hearted
Their beautiful pet is soon departed
They never knew how deep the ache
A little life, An impact you'd make
Youve brought to the surface so
many fears
Of broken hearts and suppressed tears
Youve taught them lessons of love and life
Your pretty pink nose and extra
toes
Your different from the average pig
Your imperfect body with a heart so big
Such lessons you have taught us well
Their eyes with tears now painfully swell
Your differences make you so unique
We loved to hear your little squeak
Altthough we know that you must
go
You need to know we love you Snow
We will miss you Snow from Beth Chris and Devin
Rover Soft-Nose, the World's Sweetest Guinea Pig, finally let old age lull him to sleep on Tuesday, 12/29/98. We didn't know for sure how old he was - we had him 3 years, he was a rescue as an adult already - and he had arthritis in his hind legs for almost a year. Yesterday morning he looked at me and said "let me sleep" so I gave him some water and parsley but did not insist he leave his cozy bed. The girls stayed with him all day, Miz Poe mostly but Blondie and Sundae putting in turns nuzzling him. This morning when I woke up he was gone, curled up like a little hedgehog with soft white fur. There will never be another piggy quite like Rover.
Rover was the instant favorite of everyone who met our piggies. A teddy-American mix, he had wooly fur that made him feel and look like a 3-pound sheep. He had the calmest personality - loved being held, in any position - but also the most energetic. His arthritis gave him a rather funny waddle, but he still would start to zoom around every time he had floor time. He tried to hop after the chinchillas, steal hay from the rabbits - and of course, keep his harem in line, herding them around on the floor. He was also first to every carrot, and although he would never bite or even nip anyone intentionally, if your hand was connected to that carrot for too long, it might be included in the general munching.
It's hard to describe how sweet Rover was, with his acceptance of humans, other piggies, other species - there wasn't any one thing about him that you could say "Oh, he has cuter noises" or cuter ears or a rounder fuzzy butt - just the sum of the parts was greater than any other piggy. He is survived by his harem of 3 and by our other piggies - Tasha, Caramel, Blackberry, Pete, and Bobby - and by the 2 rabbits and the 2 chinchillas and the hedgehog who all found him pleasant company as well.
Kelly
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