Lj1981
Junior Guinea Pig
Seven years today since we lost you, Broly… and somehow it still feels like yesterday.
We still remember that night like it never left—rushing you to the vet, hoping for one more chance, one more moment.
Not a day goes by where you don’t cross our mind.
You weren’t “just a guinea pig”—you were family. You had your own personality, your routines, and your way of making everything better without even trying.
I know you’re up there at the rainbow bridge… surrounded by endless hay, carrots, and berries—living like a king, the way you always should’ve.
I still owe you those treats.
One day, I’ll bring them to you myself.
Until then… we miss you, little man. Always have. Always will.
We still remember that night like it never left—rushing you to the vet, hoping for one more chance, one more moment.
Not a day goes by where you don’t cross our mind.
You weren’t “just a guinea pig”—you were family. You had your own personality, your routines, and your way of making everything better without even trying.
I know you’re up there at the rainbow bridge… surrounded by endless hay, carrots, and berries—living like a king, the way you always should’ve.
I still owe you those treats.
One day, I’ll bring them to you myself.
Until then… we miss you, little man. Always have. Always will.
