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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
We are sad to announce the passing of our boy Chili, just 1 week short of his 2nd birthday. Chili's siblings, Mr. Peabody, Chapin, and Bubbles all miss his furry face. Unfortunately, he was taken ill suddenly and was gone later that day. We did what we could to make him get well, but it was all too much for him. He will be especially missed by mom Roxanne, who loved to feed Chili his kale and carrots, and cuddle with him on the couch. Chili was her favorite, if there can be such a thing in a household of 6 piggies. We both hope to see him again, when we get to the Rainbow Bridge. Till then, we miss him dearly, our little boy.
Mom Leesa and Rox
You were my first guinea pig, and
I loved you so much. Even though I didn't even know if you were a boy
or a girl; even though you were only with me for a week; even though you
had purple hairspray on you when I first got you from the pet store, I
love you and I thank you for bringing joy into my life when I needed it
most, if only for a short while.
Love always,
Lisa
"After an entire day of holding her and longing for her to let go, my dearest, first guinea pig died in my arms. It was not a peaceful, easy day and I am exhausted and grieving. My daughters are weeping. She was not a real pretty guinea pig in the pet store, her ears were all chewed up and torn, she wasn't a cute little baby, she was not especially healthy, and she was quite pregnant. I bought her anyway. The pregnancy was a disaster- two dead fetus' requiring an emergency hysterectomy, a post-op incision problem and a horrendous case of lice. She pulled through with intense nursing care in the course of which she and I bonded and loved eachother very very much. Eight years my Piggy lived for us. She taught my daughters to be gentle and responsible. She was our dearest, heart's delight. So cuddly and affectionate. Always easy to pick up. Always happy being held. Patient with all the other guinea pigs that I brought home. Always letting us know how hungry she and all the other pigs were by the loudest of wheeks. I just ache now. sigh. Please post for me yet again, dear Sherri, who called me from Canada and helped me get through this awful day. Miriam, the foodlady"
Vanilla, how we miss your wheeks whenever you heard the MAGIC FOOD BOX open in the kitchen!!!! It is hard to say who misses you more, Mommy or Reeses. And yes, that crazy dog misses you too! I hope that Dallas, my first dalmatian dog, met you at the Bridge and introduced you around to everyone! Although it still hurts, and I miss your little nose pressed up to the cage wire, I know that you are free of pain and breathing difficulties, and that you are probably running around through a field of spinach & cucumbers and most likely eating your way through it! I also know that you are Reeses' guardian angel, because she has had the strength to eat even through her depression. Grandma has your ashes at her house, and when it becomes warmer Reeses, Grandma, Aunt Carolyn and I will place you in the water near my work, where you loved to go. I miss you, Nilla, and I love you tons. Reeses says you will always be her favorite sister. Wheeks, love, & piggie kisses to you, little angel.
Mommy & Reeses & Indiana
Gentle Sallye, a loyal companion to Piggy. A stern disciplinarian to rowdy males. Fond of walking around under a shoe box, so the box looks like it's walking. Fearsome killer of romaine leaves. A dainty black abby with a splash of white on her fanny. Oh little pig, I miss you so.
Miriam
Dear Axel Rose:
Today, you left to be with your brother Slash. I am very sad that you
left, but I know you didn't suffer. I know you and I talked this morning
and I told you that it was OK to go, even now that my heart is breaking
I know you are in a happier place. You gave it your all fighting for 5
months, you were a strong and beautiful boy. I will miss holding you and
kissing those soft ears and I will miss singing our songs.
Your sisters and daddy and me will miss you dearly. You are my special baby and I will always love you. And I know that you were able to leave knowing that we had another piggie to love and care for.
I am a peace knowing that we were able to say goodbye,and all the love that you gave out of the little 2 lb 8 oz body!! But I want you to know that I love you and miss you very much.
SO I say to you Axel Rose Pig Power!!
I love you
Mommie
Piggy’s Poem
10/23/98
Briar, bramble, and butterfly bush,
Velvety clover underfoot so tender and lush
Majestic rust cavy, fur like spun gold,
Weathered body, so tired, so old.
I can see Piggy flying on gossamer
wings,
Where squirrels frolic and bunnies sing,
The days are sunny and warm, the nights carefree
Piggy hears me softly whisper, he comes home to me.
The fur not coarse, but silken,
His eyes shiny and bright
He nuzzles my chin; licks my hand with a touch ever so light.
He squeaks and he squeals, as he runs past me fast
Not trying to hide, trying to make the breezy day last.
I catch up to him and lift him up
high,
His body pressed close to mine
I whisper into his petal-shaped ear,
"I miss your purring, your crazy little "wheep", your tired sigh".
Piggy falls into my blanket-covered
arms,
My hand caressing him deep
Longingly, trustingly looks at me,
Falling gently asleep.
Shielded from the cold,
As I cover him with purple fleece
Gone is this realm’s day,
My heart is at peace.
I miss you, Piggy.
My little baby died last Friday, I don't think I have cried so much over anything, he was only about 8 months old, and we had had him for just two when he come from the rescue centre. I buried him in his favourite little spot (under the bush) and we all miss you lots Llew.
Nos Da Fern Cariad
("Goodnight My Love")
Cheryl, Huw, Rhiannon & Merlin
Ying-ying was my first GP. Although i only had her for over a month, she had already captured my heart with her unique character (not forgetting the wheeks from the cage whenever i went near it). Her death came suddenly, i had no time to prepare myself at all. During her brief life with me, she brought happiness to my family, my whole family doted on her. Now i hope that she can find happiness too at GP rainbow bridge. I will miss her.
Lots of love and hugs,
THE TERRAPIN
I didn't have you from the beginning of your life because you came to me as a bit of a rescue fellow. Your wonderful gentle personality shone through from the moment I met you and you were here to stay. Why your owners called a TSW pig Snowy was a mystery to us both but as I got to know you my pet name for you Snow Man started to develop. So my little Snow Man, may the sun shine brightly and the breeze blow gently on you where you are. You will always be in my heart.
Love,
Karen.
xxx
You were only a baby but such a bond with young Guinea Pig I had never formed. Your illness brought us closer together and you waited for me to get home and say good bye before you left. I will always treaure the memory of you standing up on your wobbly little hind legs to wheek me a greeting. Whenever I see a Peruvian it reminds me of you and I smile.
All my love,
Karen.
xxxx
A couple of weeks ago we lost our dear pet Eric. A saffron cavy with an amazing disposition, Eric was a great teacher as well as friend. He lived from spring 1990 to September 1998. Not a bad run but still the hardest thing to face when you lose a close friend. We kept him going with lots of TLC and fresh veggies and his last few weeks were very peaceful ones.
Thank God our local vet is a guy with tremendous sensitivity and affinity to the needs of our "little guys" and he couldn't have been more concerned or caring.
Years ago, Eric turned out to be allergic to hay - even good old timothy hay!!! and to avoid a runny nose and possible complications we had to go to fresh newspaper and paper towel - every day.
He had his own little wooden house and our cage is one of those big Italian imported affairs which is actually big enough for a rabbit - it has plastic coated grilling which feels a lot nicer than bare metal. With a full length opening top, it wasn't hard to do the housecleaning, and under the plastic open strip flooring a nice enameled cleanout tray made any escaped poos easy to get rid of!
Eric's "floor time" in our bedroom would involve curious scurrying about here and there, and then settling at a favorite spot where he would wheek and warble, getting up on his hind legs and demanding more fresh goodies!
And early on he got into a terrific routine where he would follow me around the large room, never too far behind, no matter where I went, he'd follow - the sound of his nails on the floor sounding so much like that of a dachsund I grew up with as a kid!! After a few such rounds of exercise, I'd get down on my hands and knees and he'd always "come on in" warbling happily and play "guess which hand has the carrot/parsley/red pepper" - and after the little snack session, he'd more often than not lay his head down on my hand and warble softly - sometimes dozing off safely and happily!
Ever watch a GP sleeping and dreaming? When Eric would dream you'd see little body movements and occasionally a deep sigh - so you'd better believe there was a lot going on in that cute little head!
We learn so much from our little friends. I hope his spirit continues, he certainly lives forever with me!
Yves
Eric's Page
Last night was filled with tears when my 6 years old guinea pig Unelma or usually called Unsku (on left in picture) died in her cage. Her one and half year younger friend Vilma (on right in picture) is now alone. Or not, not alone...I´m here with Vilma. Unelma was kind of a boss in their cage and when I put them to walk on the floor Vilma always followed Unelma, Vilma was never the "head". It´s hard now to Vilma when there is no one to follow. Except me. Unelma died at our home. There is no real vet near us, so Unelma wasn´t taken anywhere. It all happened so quickly. 2 days before Unelma was so active and normal...but suddenly she became quiet. Didn´t move and was always in back corner of the cage. Then next day she started to vomit something like water. Our whole family watched before her all the day. Then at the evening she couldn´t move anymore. Soon she was laying down quietly. She started to make small noises and soon became quiet again. Vilma went very anxious and we decided to take her out of the cage. Unelma´s heart beat short time more and then stopped. She had died at midnight. Next day we buried her behind our small strawberry field, under a birch tree. She was placed in a shoe box where my dad made a small bed. She was like sleeping. But I know she is somewhere. In heaven, at Rainbow Bridge or somewhere never seen before. I and my parents and especially Vilma will miss her.
-Ville
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