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

Cinnamon

On Feb. 9, 1998, Cinnamon, more affectionately called "Piggy" died. We're not sure what was wrong, but she died in my daughters arms about 2:45 pm. She was about 3 years old. She would talk to me when ever I passed her cage. She will be missed always.

Alfalfa

On Feb.8, 1998, we bought my son a guinea pig, his name was Alfalfa. We believe he had a respiratory infection, as he was sneezing from the day we brought him home. He was feeling pretty bad the last couple days of his short life, and on April 3, 1998, I held him for a short while before leaving to run some errands. When we returned, I asked my daughter how he looked, and she said, "not good". She picked him up, and it was as if he was waiting for us to return to say goodbye, he died within 15 min. Laying on my daughters lap. He was about 4 or 5 months old. Sadly, I never got to take a picture of him.

Taffy

I lost my best friend on Sunday, Feb.22. He might have been just a guinea pig to some people, but to me he was my friend and companion. I enjoyed him most when I came home from work all stressed out. I would pick him up, talk to him and cuddle with him. He enjoyed it as much as I did. We would sleep on the couch together. He had his special place on the back of the couch where he would always be happy to share my snacks with me. My wife Dee, his mate Tribbles and daughters Oreo and Daisy will miss him too. But most of all, I will. He was my pal. He has gone over the Rainbow Bridge now to frolic and play with all the other piggies there. We will always have a spot in our hearts for him.

Joe

Sugar

She was the very best friend that I ever had. Her name was Sugar. My sister got her and Spice for her birthday and she gave Sugar to me. Just before New Year's Day, we noticed she was sick. On Dec 30 we brought her to the Vet, x-rayed her and she had a big stone in her bladder. We had to put her to sleep. I was very sad because she was so special. She made me laugh when she would play dead lying on her back not moving. It is not a game any more.

On New Year's Day, Little Dude called me to the S.P.C.A. to come and take him home. He is a white Peruvian with a chocolate brown mask like a long diamond sideways, sticking way up between one pink ear and one brown ear like a unicorn's horn. He has a bad hair day every day. My new Little Dude helped me feel better from Sugar dying. But I'll still miss her for a long long time.

Davey-Lee (10 years old)

Melody

Melody was a beautiful guinea pig who had a beautiful soul. When she was held, she would flop down in our laps, snuggle even closer, and purr very loudly to tell us that she absolutely loved being held. Her fur would spread out so far that it looked as if we were holding more than one piggy. Melody would do absolutely anything for parsley, and would give us the "you have got to be kidding" look when we would give her a carrot instead. She gave joy to others with her four beautiful babies. Melody only was with us for two years, but she made us laugh with her loving, but "you better treat me like a queen" personality. Thank you for loving us, Melody. We miss you.

Eric, Peggy, Nicholas, Beth, and Mark

Gizmo

On Dec 14, 1997 at 2:44pm , Gizmo died in my arms after suffering from renal failure. His last breaths were taken after both his mommies cradled him and told him how very much he was loved and how deeply he'd touched their lives.

Gizzy was an amazing piggie, arriving under mysterious circumstances, and immediately capturing our hearts. He was the fastest gp we had ever seen..... racing at great speeds around his playpen or on the floor. He loved to play the "catch-me, Mommy" game with his Mama Suze ... bringing laughter and joy to us each time he circled the coffee table. He especially liked his summer evening walks through the meadow while watching the sunset, in my arms.

Gizmo showed an incredible perception for people and their feelings ... purring if he heard one of us crying ... asking to be held when we most needed a warm little angel in our laps ... singing along to "Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairies" as we welcomed the holidays.

He lives in our hearts.... dancing over the Rainbow Bridge .....Good night sweet angel Gizmo ~~~

"Every blade of grass has its Angel that bends over it and whispers, 'Grow, grow' "

Pole Cat

Pole Cat (11/28/93 - 12/19/97), leader of the "Rocket Scientist" duo with sister Bear. Our lawn shall be forever chemical free in your honor. Cindy, Bear, and Steve 12/22/97.

Sofie

I have a pet that's rather small
She doesn't move a lot
She shivers when she gets too cold
She drinks when she's too hot.
She cannot bark or wag her tail
(A thing she doesn't have.)
She doesn't snarl or snap or snort
She sure can't scream or laugh.
She cannot purr or arch her back
Or knead me with her paws
She doesn't hiss or yowl or scratch
Although she does have claws.
My little pet--she's not too smart.
And she isn't very big.
But I adore her more than life
My sweet little guinea pig.

Sofie Wallace--what can I say? She was a Self White sow, born of Sonya and Nike. I got her as a present on my eighth birthday, and it was the greatest present I have ever/will ever receive.

She lived with us for four years. She adored television--her favorite was the Summer Olympics, and she go into spasms of meeping when the TV was shut down for the night. She was psychic, too. In our refrigerator were four identical drawers. Open the meat drawer. Silence. Open the cheese drawer. Nothing. The same with the fruit drawer(the only fruit she liked was apples, which we almost never had). Ah, but open the veggie drawer, where the carrots and lettuce were kept!
MEEEPmeepmeepmeepMEEP!! She had an exotic taste for food--she loved halapeno peppers(mild ones.) She was fearless--trying to make friends with the cat.

I didn't notice at first when she got sick. She was old for a guinea pig, and didn't move as much as she used to. But now she hardly moved at all, and she seemed to have trouble breathing. So it was off to the vet. "Respiratory infection," he mumbled, and off to home with the medicine. What followed was a nightmare. Eight days spent, giving her the medicine in an eyedropper, forcing down her throat a nasty paste of "pellet soup", Vitamin C tablets, and water. I didn't mind all that. It could make her better. What was so awful was Sofie. She just--lay there in her sickbed. My little baby, always so tidy and clean, covered in her own filth until I bathed her. I wanted my old Sofie back, the one who nibbled on my fingers and ate my books and tickled my nose with her fingers. No, that's wrong. I didn't want the OLD Sofie back, I wanted ANY Sofie back, not the limp piece of soiled carpet that still I loved.

She died sometime between ten P.M. on a Friday and eight A.M. on Saturday. I was the one who found her. I had tucked her in her cage under a warm rag; it was a cold night. I told her I loved her, and I went to bed. I went in to check on her in the morning. She was wedged under her food dish in the corner, curled up in a semicircle. She wasn't moving. Her chest was still. I tickled her eye with a piece of straw; she didn't blink. I went next door to my grandparents to get my mother.

We buried her under my parent's window in the back yard, sealed by a gluegun in a plastic box. I couldn't stand the image of her rotting in cardboard coffin, with eager ravens eying her. I wrapped her in a soft cloth; I put in a few of her things--the carrots she could never have enough of, her alfalfa block, her chew toy. I didn't cry when we buried her; I knew she was home. God would not let the person I loved most in all of the universe wander alone outside the pearly gates.

Goodbye, SofieWofie. I love you. I will see you again, sweetheart.

Gweeker

It is with regret that I announce that Gweeker died suddenly at the vet around 7pm Tues Dec. 16 I had called the vet just one hour earlier and she was "stable, resting comfortably". An hour later, she gasped, there was blood, and she died in minutes. The vet said it "like lightning". I pick up her ashes on Friday. She died of complications from ovarian cysts. She was 5 and 3/4 years old.
She was a silver and white Abby mix, making an extrememly unique guinea pig. She was always in good humor and had the ability to smile. Her photo is up on my friend Angel's web page. She is also in the 1998 GPDD calander three times in April and August. She was the world's cutest guinea pig. She was my #1 Piggy. What a sweet era of fun and mischief now come to an end. This is the third guinea pig I've lost to incurable diseases (none the same) in just 14 months. She took half my heart with her.

Rena

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