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Guinea Pigs Gone to the Rainbow Bridge |
October 2000 - November 2000 |
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 just lost my little piggy 1-11-01. she was pregant and i also lost her 3 babies. it is a very sad and hard time for me.her name was tot, and she was a white teddy bear. i still have the male (cubby) and want to get a long hair one. i miss tot so much. it is nice to have a place to put her name in and that there is a rainbow bridge for them all. bye tot i love and miss you.
tot's Mom
You're shaded. Shaded in the dew of rare, collected glisten. and I love you. Though I couldn't catch you in the grove. It is now your grave. The somber, secret forest I know you lie in. Silent and asleep, beneath the ground of sable mud. It is my bitter graveyard, now. And though it's quiet, I swear I still hear your tiny cries. I walk barefoot into your ring of trees. And ponder the essence of your blessed enigma. I couldn't have you for my own, it seems. I had to give you back to Nature, who bore you into my own engraving. The same Nature who caressed my milky palms with the magnificent welcome of autumn. Leaves, it brought me leaves, this time. Red, orange, and yellow leaves that fell into the grave I created for you among the roots of my ribbon tree. I gave you all of it. Every thyme green knot of love I could weave into the sparse time I had with you. And I would have given you more. I would have given you the purple knots, too. But She stole you. The inevitable force of cycles: they call her Nature. You raked so much from me. My lost meadow memories of the destiny of embers that pull from my skin during the luminous showers of winter. They once gave me everything, until I stopped giving to myself. It was you who spun the delicious patterns of autumn into spirals of silver sparkles that made swirls into the shadows of the last valleys of this earth. I delighted in the birth of my passion, awakening from your fuzzy kiss. I delighted in the birth of my sweet and glimmering cloud that came to me from a mythic grove. I know you were born in a faerie's oracle. That hidden land of toadstools and mischievous pixies, sprinkled in the same glitter you once were. You were of the fabled waters that I dreamt of, only once, upon a night of a forgotten faery haunting. You came to me from the mystic hillsides of elder trees, fairy rings, and elves. And you brought me cherry oak and spriggan leaves. My ethereal creature from her land of Tir Nan Og. Perhaps, when you left me, you returned home. I took you to your drizzle-leaf grave. And let the final sprinkles of your magick fall to the floor of the iridescent forest, watching it blend into the elements. You were now the fabled waters, only not of made of fables anymore. It poured over the leaves and bark, and made a little pool around my feet. And I swear your hands are damp and pink. I swear your eyes are made of two glorious sapphires, colliding together in a delicious spray of white shimmer star dust. And you're shaded. Shaded into a gentle sunrise that falls over you in the morning. It warms the dirt around you as you sleep. You're shaded underneath my tree that holds you through the darkness when you cry out for me. But the pain is my gain. It has let me love you. The pain is my gain. And it is all because of you. I have lost and yearned for you. I search for you. And I only see your curious face in my head. and I love you. I keep your scattered remnants around my own essence. I've learned I must cry for you in the frightening silence late at night. I know I must walk barefoot into your ring of trees. I know I must kiss, and bless my bitter graveyard. I know that you're shaded, and protected. and that I love you. I know you're made of stardust, amethysts, and tiny twinkles. I know. and I sang for you. Sang with a bittersweet memory of your breath. and I cried for every minute that you died. But I wept for every second that you lived.
-- Ashley Werndli
Our beloved 3yr old piggie Splotch, passed over the Rainbow Bridge on 18 November 2000 after a very sudden and short illness.
Splotch, throughout your life you were an incredibly lively, vocal pig and you brought us a great deal of happiness. You had so much character and so many funny little ways. We miss you terribly and hope you know how much you mean to us. The house seems much quieter without your noisy wheeks and constant chatter.
We love you little pig, and you will always hold a very special place in our hearts.
Juliet, Mike and the 3 remaining NoisyPigs
Bear was my one and only guinea pig. He died the Tuesday before Thanksgiving (11-21-00) he was a nice pig. When I got home from school he would always squeak while I was doing my homework. He would bang his water bottle when he wanted a drink and other smart things like that. I thought that he was one of the smartest guinea pigs that I had ever seen. I just wanted to let you know a few things about my guinea pig *Bear*
Cody
Saskie passed away on November 4, 2000. She was our friend, our love, our very special piggie! We found Saskie after she was returned to a reptile store that also sales feeders. She was being kept in a small plastic Rubbermaid container with the lid on. The sides of the clear plastic were steamed up, they had a bowl of water in the box that she had spilled over. There was no food in the box for her. The clerk told me that she had been returned because she was so mean. She was the sweetest thing I had ever snuggled! She was an accepting piggie, loved any rescue piggie rooming with her, gladly shared her veggies and hay and never got upset because another piggie was in her space!
Saskie, you are sadly missed. We love you and will have a very special loving place in our hearts for you always!
Andrea
My dearest little man,
if only i knew that you were going to go.
My dear little guinea pig, you were more human than most.
I loved you dearly and i hope you are waiting for me beyond the bridge...
It truly was heaven being here with you...
I would like to pay tribute to my fluffy, little pal named Gooney. Born 11/95 - Passed away to The Rainbow Bridge 11/04/00. He was so cute, friendly, outgoing, vocal, playful, had a beautiful rust/orange coat, mischievous and would do anything for a carrot. I miss not hearing him whistle while getting up in the morning and hearing that happy squeaking first thing when I got home from work. I loved hearing him purr when he was petted, knowing he was happy and content. Every time I see his cage, I can't help but weep. It's amazing that such a little creature could give such joy. People who saw you for the first time loved you immediately, friends and strangers alike! Some were even inspired to get a Guinea Pig of their own just because of you! Gooney, you will always be loved and missed. Someday I hope to see your cute, fluffy, little face again and hear that happy squeaking. 'Till then, goodbye my little friend.
I miss you!
Linda
On 23rd October, Aphrodite gave birth to 6 beautiful babies. This tribute is to five of them who went to the bridge before the end of their first wheek of life. George and Twoey went first, after less than 24 hours of life in the outside world. I supplement fed Weed and Gabrielle, the runts, but in spite of putting up a good fight, they left me after four and five days. Little Button went to the bridge on day 6 and left myself and Gareth devastated. I will always remember my sweet little babes who passed away so young. They are survived by their sister, Chocolate Drop who (on a brighter note) is thriving.
I will never forget you, pretty darlings.
Love, Surrogate Mummy, Soph xxxxx
I named gus after a great composer, gustav holst, who I liked very much. Gus was a great friend to me. I only had him for a little less than a year, but I know that it was the best part of his life, and a great time for me. Gus will be remembered by a lot of loving people who miss him very much. I love you, Gus.
Our sweet little Denny passed away on Friday. We loved her so dearly. Katie, her owner, who is nine, taught her to sit up and "reach for the sky" for carrots or other treats. She was so wonderful, kind and gentle. She even gave Katie soft kisses on the lips- it was so cute! We will all miss Denny. I am glad you have such a wonderful website- it's great to share stories of all our sweet piggies!
Shazam crossed over the bridge on 10-6-00. This is so hard for me. Of all my piggies and pets, Shazam and me were the closet. He got sick and I tried but couldn't save him. Sometimes I think maybe I could've done more, but I don't know. He fought a good fight, but lost the battle. In life Shazam was a picture perfect pig. Never once did he bite, nor fight with anyone. Children handled and wollowed him and he loved every bit. A perfect gentleman. I just can't put it into words.
Gone but not forgotten.
Missing you forever
RC
Misty was born at my home while I was working out of town. My mother went in to feed my piggies for me and found 8 little wheekers running around in Mary's crate. All healthy and no stillborn. Misty is the only one who stayed with me. She was named after my sister because they both have fiesty attitudes. She had her first litter on the 4th of July, but sadly lost her momma (Mary) just 2 days later. She was never the same after this, but she was still a loving momma to her babies. When I rescued a Chinese Pug from a local kennel, he and Misty became close friends. Misty would squeak very loud and Porky would run to her crate to see if something was wrong. They'd rub noses and Porky would go lay back down, until she did it again. I was amazed to see a dog and a guinea pig have such a close bond and friendship.
On the mornings of the 10th of Oct, Porky work me up howling. I went into the living room and he was setting next to Misty's crate. Misty was lying in the same spot I saw her in the night before. I had been petting her and feeling her babies kick and move around inside her. When I reached down that morning though, she was cold and stiff and I knew she had already made her journey. Poor Porky wanted to wash and lick her and wouldn't stop howling. Its very difficult for me because had just lost my favorite boar just 4 days earlier. Its so hard to lose a friend that you raised and watched grow up. Even now, while writing this I can't help but cry.
Gone but not forgotten.
Loving and missing you
Rc & Porky
My beautiful little Tiger has gone up to the sky. I have had Tiger since Autumn 1996, she was such a sweet, shy and gentle little piggy. Rest In Peace little one. You will always be in our hearts. Love Always, Diane, Mouse, Mop & little Trixie.x.
Beefcake died on the 15th of September. He was black, with some brown highlights. My whole family loved him! He loved to be held, and parsley was his favorite food. He loved to walk outside in the grass, and liked to run around on my bed while I cleaned the cage. He will be deeply missed.
Gabriel Price
I got Porttack soon after I moved to Laramie, after graduating from ISU. I picked him out soon after he was born at the pet store, although I was not allowed to take him home until he was a month old. I picked him out because I wanted a unique guinea pig-and Porttack was definitely that. He was gray, white and red. He had gray fur around one eye, with red fur around the other, and a stripe of white from his nose to the top of his head. The pet store lady called him a "calico guinea pig."
One of his favorite things to do was to play in the backyard-and I had the perfect backyard for a guinea pig. It is a very small yard, with a wooden fence all the way around-not that that kept him in at all times . . . I used to lay on a blanket in the backyard, reading and dozing off, while Porttack ate grass and tried to nose his way through holes in the fence. Then, when he was both stuffed and bored, he would wander over to me and lay down by my leg-although if I moved a muscle, he'd jump up and run. After five years, the yard has a trail all the way around it next to the house and the fence, where Porttack ran.
I also used to let Porttack out in the backyard while I did other things inside the house. Then I would go and check on him every ten or fifteen minutes. Well, there was one time that I was REALLY FREAKED OUT. I came out and saw Porttack, eating grass as though he hadn't a care in the world and, beside him, was the neighbor's cat!! The cat wasn't doing anything-yet-it was simply peering at him closely, as though to say, "What ARE you, exactly?" I admit, Porttack did not have time to answer, because I ran at the feline yelling, and it was up and over the fence in a flash.
Porttack's favorite food was carrots. Oh, he thought apples were okay, and he ate guinea pig pellets and some treats, but he'd to a lot for a carrot. And, although he couldn't see to well, of course, that nose of his could tell when a carrot was in the room-or even passing the room. Then Porttack would begin to squeak in a demanding tone, as though to say, "What are you waiting for?!" He would climb over things, nose under things, and GRAB for a carrot (my mother found the grabbing rather rude of him).
Speaking of my mother, that reminds me of a story she told, of a time that she was caring for Porttack. She had had me put his cage in her basement, and I guess she forgot about him for a day. Then, when she went downstairs to do some laundry, an indignant "SQUEAK!" scared her out of her wits-and reminded her that someone needed to be fed.
Porttack, named after a sailing term (port tack) and politics (when you are on a port tack, the wind is coming from the left-yes, Porttack was a liberal guinea pig), even learned a little this summer. He was staying at the home of my boyfriend, while his room was being fixed. At lunchtime, my boyfriend would let Porttack out in the backyard, and, supposedly, they had an enjoyable time listening to Rush Limbaugh together. (I still don't know if I believe the "enjoying" part . . . Porttack grew up on NPR.) :-)
Porttack also liked to be brushed. His first brush was a pink Barbie brush. I would sit with him in my lap, just brushing away, and he would begin to just purrrrrrrrrrrrr and purrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. That was one of his favorite things.
I'll miss you, Porttack.
Love, Kirse
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