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Guinea Pigs Gone to the Rainbow Bridge |
November 2002 - January 2003 |
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
our Poekie died almost 1 year ago. He was our first pet and i miss him still. i'm so sorry little fellow that we could not save you, but i know you are whole again now.
love you and thank you for being with us.
marja.
Our dearest Cleo, life will never be the same again after knowing you. You came into our lives so unexpectedly, and you left so unexpectedly. I hadn't planned on getting a pet that day, but one look at your sweet face and I couldn't resist. Because of you I have met so many wonderful people, and learned what unconditional love is all about. I could be in the grouchiest of moods and you would still rattle your cage to greet me, cover me in piggie kisses, and "talk" my ears off! Oh, what I would give to have you burrow up under my chin again and fight your sisters away! Your death seems so unfair to me, but I guess death is to the people who are left behind. I keep thinking we should have been able to save you, but I know God needed you more. You were such a blessing in our lives. We miss your chattering and your popcorning, and your fighting for all of the carrots! Your sisters miss you too, but we know you are no longer sick. Thank you for being such the perfect little bundle of joy that you were to us. Cleo, beautiful Cleopatra, you will always hold a special place in my heart. You will be missed always and loved forever.
"Mommy", "Daddy", Izzie, and Iris
I would like to recognize the deaths of Julz second litter 4 out of the 8 babies that did not survive. They did not even have a chance at life, I would have loved to have seen them romp and play with their brothers and sister, unfortunatley I could not. They are always in my heart.
Brittanie
After my Bobby died i never wanted another piggie... until i saw you, little one, with your sweet face and your long blonde hair. I thought i could never love a piggie again, you did, with your funny face. You made my pain about my recent loss less hard.
Today i had to make the hardest choice ever.
My Lassie was often very sick the last year, mostly urinal infections, but they could not find the cause, not even on x-rays.i tried anything. he was so sick sometimes, we have to force feed him to keep him alive. After a few months diet thing still did not get any better, so my vet decided for an echo of the bladder and yes, there was finally the answer for his problems, a tumor in his bladder that causes his infections. after lots of discussions with several vets they did not recommend the surgery, it was too painful, too risky and the chance was high it would come back.
So Lassie did got his normal food back and a little room mate and he did get much better, he was eating good and looked very happy, and no pain from his bladder.
Until 3 days ago, he was quiet and sitting in a corner, he refused his food, only the fresh vegatables. his eyes looked very strange and he did lose weight. After examination the vet found out that it probably was the tumor, now he could feel it from the outside and that maybe his teeth would also had some trouble. Doing his teeth was one option but did not solve his trouble with his very rapid growing tumor.
So how and how painful it was, i decided to let him not suffer more, he was tired of fighting, i chose to let him sleep, he died in my arms and still when i got home with him i cuddled and kissed him.
Bye dear Lassie , i will miss the hide and seek game and i am sure we'll meet again at the rainbow bridge. Together with my beloved Bobby.Promised!!
*hugs and kisses*
Irene
*Dear Buddah* You will be dearly missed by all of us. You were so special and unique. There will never be another like you. You had a squeak that would brighten our day. I hope you are resting in heaven with the Piggy Angels *
Love Always Your Mom Veetah, Brother Butche & Daddy Bud
I will never forget the first
day that I saw you.
Your precious face stuck to my heart like glue.
You are so adorable and smart.
You eat so many carrots that orange must be the color of your heart.
Buddah, I will miss you a lot.
I thought that saying goodbye to you would be easy,
But now I know not.
I will miss your squeaky words, although sometimes I complain.
You're as sweet as a candy cane.
Your gone now, Oh how will I handle that?
I will miss telling people about your bold and funny acts.
Saying so long to you is very hard for a fact.
Written & Copyighted by Veetah
Tigger passed away last night as I held him in my arms and kissed his nose. My wife was there as well, comforting him as well. He'd been having problems with his molars and had been to the vet a few times, but the problem was persistant. Yesterday morning they performed surgery and sent him home with us that evening. But complications from the sedation were too much for poor Tigger and he quickley passed away.
He as a brilliant piggy, the smartest of our bunch (we have 6 others). He loved to explore and see the world and liked to go for rides in the car where he could look at at the new shapes and lights whizzing by. He was a cuddler and loved to be taken from his cage and held for long periods. Yet amazingly he never had an "accident" or mishap. He never was jealous of other pigs or became upset when he smelled another pig's scent on your hands or your shirt. Basically, he was just very peaceful and curious about things. We will miss him badly... We love you Tigger!
-your Mom and Dad.
I wanted to leave some remarks about our little piggy that crossed the bridge today. We got Calvinita almost 6 years ago for our son who was then in the 2nd grade because he begged and begged for one.
Right away she became a part of our family. She loved spinch and would scream when she heard the fridge open up wanting some. She would get so excited when I would tell her " Calvinita, mommies girl! She would jump against her cage to be let out and held.
After a sudden Illness or old age she died in my arms today with my son next to me. She was in a warm towel and it was a peaceful death as she was ready. I knew last night today would be the day and am glad that I had my son hold her last night for an hour.
Mommies girl you will be missed.
BJ
Hector was lost along time ago but
I still want to remember him. He was a cute piggie and loved to eat cucumber,
and the juice would run down his chin!
Claudia
~~Today We Part, But One Day We'll Meet Again~~
On November 22, 2002 my guinea pig "Chip" died. He was soon to be 4 years old. When I 1st got him for my 9th birthday, I wasn't ready for what was to come. I never thought of the idea that he would die one day. I just thought of fun, fun, fun. Since Chip was very special to me, I want the world to know about him.
One thing you must know is that Chip wasn't the only guinea pig I had. I had 2 and my twin sister still has one. Anyway, when I was 8, turning 9 years old, I wanted a dog or a cat but my parents said "no". I complained for awhile for not getting one. Then my mom said how about a guinea pig.
My sister and I nodded our heads and smiled with glee. On March 15th 1999 I got my very own pet, "Chip". My sister also got one which se named "Peanut" We thought they were both female guinea pigs so we put them in the same cage. We didn't realize Chip was a boy until Peanut got pregnant. We were Surprised!! In August 1999 Peanut had 4 babies. We gave all of them away, but got back one named "Hagrid".
After we got back Hagrid, I claimed him as mine. I played with Hagrid all the time and let him sleep on me while I was reading. Soon I started forgetting about Chip and he started to pick-up bad habits, like 'biting'.
Just last August, a week after I came back from Florida, Hagrid died. We think it was pneumonia. I was upset for the longest time.
Soon I started holding Chip a lot more often. We became good buds. I'd do the same things with him as I did with Hagrid. Even though life was starting to get back to 'normal', I was still very careful cautious. I didn t want Chip catching whatever Hagrid had. I'd watch Chip to check to see if he was O.K. every time I passed by.
Once Chip nearly did die from me not cleaning his cage to well. It freaked me out, but he was okay. Three months later though, he died.
The night he died, my dad was in the room with him. I was at Girl Scouts. My dad told me that a few minutes before I got home, Chip gave a big cough and died. My dad wasn't the one to realize he was dead though; I was. I walked upstairs and went to his cage. He wasn't moving so I lightly shook him. He still wasn't moving and I couldn't see him breathing. I started crying, realizing he was gone... to piggy heaven.
The next day, on November 23, 2002, my dad and I went to bury him. We took a big rock and made it his grave. On that rock, I wrote his name, the day his born, the day he died, and my heart angel.
I miss Chip and I wish I can hold him,but these quotes keep me strong.
"The gospel contains a fundamental Paradox: to find life, one must lose life; to be born, one must die; to save one self, one must take up the cross." -Pope John Paul II
"And I tell you, ask and you will receive; seek and you will find; knock and the door will be open to you." Luke 11:9
The first quote is the most confusing and took forever for me to understand it. At first, Pope John Paul II's request may seem contradictory. How can you lose life to find life? However, if you think about it, it makes sense because the life you lose is not the life you find.
Our beloved popcorning piggie, Milton, passed away on November 12th, 2002 from complications from pneumonia. He was only a year and a half old. Words cannot describe how much of a loss this is to his parents, Steve and Theresa. He was our little pumpkin man and he meant the world to us. Everyday when Steve would rush home from work just to be with him, as soon as the door opened he would start meeping like crazy because he knew it was play time and he was going to get his favorite food of all time-carrots. When he started to eat his carrots he would purr like crazy as if to say "thank you for feeding me my favorite food daddy." We used to set up a maze of boxes with holes in the side so he could run through the tunnels like a crazy man. He loved to be out of his cage as much as possible and would always come up to his daddy or mommy to play or to run and hide in daddy's shirt while I was wearing it. I will miss his soft warm little body laying next to mine. He was the smartest guinea pig around. When he wanted to be fed his orange later on in the evening he would go to the kitchen by himself and wait by the refrigerator and start meeping like crazy until he got what he wanted. He knew orange time was around 7 pm and right on cue as if he could tell the time he would run to the kitchen as if to say "hurry up mommy or daddy and feed me!!!" He had complete control of our house and he knew it!!!!!!! We would schedule our whole lives around him because we loved him that much!!!! On Sunday, November 10th, he was running around on the floor playing and popcorning as crazy as ever. We put him in his cage around 10 pm to go to bed and brought him into the bedroom with us. He would always sleep in the bedroom with us on a coffee table on daddy's side of the bed. At that point he just kept staring at us as if he knew the next day would be the beginnig of the end. It's as if he was trying to tell us his time here was through and that he would he going to a much better place shortly. On Monday morning when we woke up, we noticed he was breathing real heavy and he was not moving. He could not even climb the side of the cage to try to get out or even raise his head to say good morning. However, the worst sign was that we could pick him up right out of the cage with our hands which normally he would not allow without kicking wood chips all over the place. Usually to get him out, we had to tip his wooden house sideways and he would climb in as if it was an elevator. We took him to the vets on Monday morning and were told that he had the beginnings of an upper respiratory infection, but that we caught it early enough and that with antibiotics he would become better. He was given an injection at the vets and we had liquid antibiotics to give him at home. His condition got worse over the next 12 hours. He would not eat, drink, or move, and in the middle of Monday night his breathing was so fast and loud he woke us up. I held him and stroked his soft fur from 3 am on and kept talking to him and telling him everything would be alright and he would be better in no time. As soon as the vets opened on Tuesday we brought him back. I had a sinking feeling in my heart that this would be our last car ride together and the last time I would see him alive. However, I did keep my faith and hoped for the best realizing he was in the best hands possible. The vets did everything they could including giving him 3 more injections, putting him in an oxygen incubator to help his breathing, and also giving him CPR. He passed away around 2 pm in the afternoon. I went back to hold him one more time after his passing and to tell him how much we loved him and that we would never let him go. We await his ashes next week, and a tribute to him has already been built with our pictures of him and poems from the Rainbow Bridge website to go with his ashes on a shelf in our living room. That way he will always be with us forever!!!! Milton-I know you are in a much better place now where there is no pain or suffering and you can popcorn and run free with all the other guinea pigs over at the Rainbow Bridge. I know that God will let you eat as much carrots, oranges, and hay as you want in heaven!!!! We have never loved another creature as much as we have loved you. You always made mommy and daddy smile and laugh out loud at your popcorning and all your crazy antics. You brought life to our home and were always there to make us happy even if we had a real bad day. Our problems were forgotten as soon as we saw you waiting in your cage for us to come home to take you out to play. Your meeping, squeaking, and purring were like music to our ears and will miss all those noises more than anything!!!!! We know that God sent you to us for you are truly a little angel. Any creature that brought as much joy as him has to be an angel!!!! I know one day that mommy and daddy will be reunited with you, so please save us a spot at the Rainbow Bridge so we can all be together again. Your spirit will always live on in our house and your prescence will always be felt. We refuse to ever let you be forgotten, and next week when your ashes are here you will be with us again forever. I wish daddy could have taken all your suffering away from you so you could still be here, but you were looking at daddy as if to say "don't worry about me daddy-I will be fine and will always be here with you." We have decided we will adopt another guinea pig from the local guinea pig rescue service here in New Jersey. We can never ever replace our little baby boy Milton, and no other piggie will ever have a personality like his, but in his spirit we want to give another little piggie a loving home. That would be the right thing to do. We want to thank the Rainbow Bridge for posting this-this site has made us feel better in our time of sorrow and loss. We send out our condolences to everyone else who has lost a little piggie-we know exactly how tear jerking and heart wrenching it can be. We take solace in the fact that Milton is now with all the other little piggies at the Rainbow Bridge. To our little pumpkin man Milton-Mommy and Daddy will love you forever. You will always be our little man and daddy's best friend-thank you for making us more happy than anything. Rest in peace until we see you again. Love-Daddy and Mommy-Steve and Theresa.
The day I saw you in the pet store hiding in your little cardboard tube made me decide that I had to add you to my family. For more than 4 years, you brought joy and laughter to my life. Having to watch you lie on your side dying right before my eyes brought tears of anger that you had to go, even though I knew you were getting old. I will never forget the way you would butt my hand up off of your head when I petted you and the joy it gave me to see you run around on the floor during playtime. You were the 'bully' of the pack and I'll never forget the times you would show your dominence to my other cavies and when I had to put you in time out for picking on your cage mate, TJ. Even then, I loved you because you were different from the others and now having to part with your death is the worse thing that has happened to me. I knew my time with you was short the moment I noticed you getting slower and not being as noisy and active as you were in days past. I cried when I layed you down in your final resting place. I'm sure now you are no longer in pain and that you are with my grandma and all the other pets I have lost during the years. I know you are in a better place and that when my time comes, I will be reunited with you and get to hold you once again. Wait for me at the rainbow bridge, Scooter!
Love you always, your slave,
Jennifer and fellow cavies
TJ, Pandy, Tootsie and Pip squeek.
My baby General, named after General Dwight D. Eisenhower, died at 4am on Thursday, November 7, 2002. He was 3 months shy of his third birthday. Running and squeeking in the morning, sick in the hospital by night, he suffered only a short illness. Unfortunately, his time spent with me was short too. I feel robbed of my baby, he was so young. I love him more than I’ve ever loved another living thing. I will miss him everyday for the rest of my life. The comfort I find is in remembering that he knows how much I love him and that he will never be sick again. Surely animals go to heaven. Otherwise, heaven wouldn’t be heaven for me. So I’ll hope to see him again someday, and he can sleep in the curve of my arm at night like he did when he was with me here on Earth. I love you General and miss you so much.
Nicole
Domino
I can't really put into words what this little piggy means to me either. He was also a best friend to me, just as Zilch was. He enjoyed playing with his little playmate, Rueben, who I bought only about 2-3 weeks before I decided to give Domino the break he needed. He was fighting to well and hard, but continued to loose weight and wasn't getting better. I felt I had no choice. I love you and wont ever forget you, Mr. Bugger!
Thanks, Kyra
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