lauryn1289
Junior Guinea Pig
I had posted a little eulogy to 2 of my deceased piggies, Kip and Bobby, here so I was always going to do it for Eggs. I hate that it’s taken me this long after his death on May 8th to do it, but it’s been so hard to even think about.
In 2023 a piggy who I’d had for barely a year that I’d taken in with his brother Ollie died, his name was Bobby. I took in Ollie and Bobby to keep my boy Kip company after his friend Rico passed. Rico was my first ever piggy. Just a year after, Bobby had a long and terrible battle with a bladder stone and he didn’t survive the unfortunately very delayed surgery. Kip was ageing at the time, and Ollie needed a pal for when that happens. I found a little boy on Ireland’s version of craigslist being given away in a city hours away by himself. He was in a tiny cage in a concrete shed and looked so sad. He was coming home with me. When we finally got to him, the man who owned him made a joke about how there’d be more room in his shed now that he was gone. It broke my heart. On the long drive home he spent the whole time eating and not even hiding. He was so trusting and friendly from the get go, I’d never really seen anything like it with piggies. It’s usually difficult to bond immediately to a piggie so fast after another one’s passing, but Eggs won me over the second I met him. Not a day where I knew him did I not adore him.
When I got him home, I needed to double check and sex him which was a whole ordeal. People on this forum said he was likely only about 6-7 months old. I feel like I vaguely remember the man he belonged to implying he had another pig that died. Thinking of him all alone in a cold shed has never not upset me the entire time I had him. He was such a sweet, friendly, gentle little guy who deserved such a better start in life than he got. I don’t understand how anyone couldn’t have loved him so much. Picking a name took a while but I landed on Eggs which in hindsight was the perfect name for him.
Just a couple weeks later, Kip died at nearly 7 years old. I took Eggs out of his isolation prematurely so he could move in with Ollie. Ollie is far too rough, so they lived in a split cage peacefully apart from Ollie’s usual menace behaviour. I always joke about Eggs being dumb, but he was as dumb as a bag of rocks and I loved him for it. I have never met a lovelier guinea pig. He was the epitome of “just here to have a good time”. His name was so silly, and it suited him because HE was so silly. He was the model guinea pig. Friendly, gentle as could be and the ideal patient. Between all his health problems including weeks where I’d have to syringe and flush out a hole in his neck, he never complained apart from one single time where he got a little prissy and all that prissiness was was angrily accepting lettuce as a reward. He was an absolute angel. He trusted me so much, even when he knew me for 2 minutes. I could put my hand in his cage and scoop him up no hesitation, I could feed him mid air while I clipped his nails, the vets could do just about anything with him. For my birthday in April he was at the vet, and we took a 40 minute detour on the way back to get a Subway with him in his carrier and lots of treats in tow and not a single care was given. He was happy doing anything.
I miss him so much. I miss sitting by his cage and he’d immediately come over to chat with me. I miss his spindly little whiskers. I miss his air-gaspy very pathetic little wheeks. I miss how he’d get stuck under a tiny blanket because he didn’t have the wits to get out. I miss his huge, round eyes. I miss how he was so dirty he’d lie in the one single dirtied spot in his cage. I miss how he often couldn’t find a treat unless you basically put it in his mouth for him. I miss how greedily he’d snatch a Burgess Herby Heart from my hand when otherwise he was the world’s gentlest little pig. I miss how they’d swoon over him at the vets because he was just so cute and well behaved and tolerant of anything. I miss how he’d lick the bars clean after a treat so much as grazed them. I miss how he’d just resume eating without a car in the world with my cat Miss Keisha sitting on his wood house above him. I miss calling him Eggory Peck and Pingies and Pringles, which turned to Ingle Pringle which my boyfriend turned into Ingland Pringles and then into Disney Boy because of his eyes. I miss him so much.
I’m so upset and angry that I didn’t get anywhere near enough time with him. He was only with me just over 2 years but it felt like he’d been here forever. He deserved so much better from life in general, and I really hope I gave him a life he was happy with and one where he wasn’t failed. It feels sacrilegious to say, but in a way I feel like I bonded with Eggs more than any other piggy I’ve had. From the second I met him and he met me, he trusted me with his whole life no matter what I had to do with him. I know I’ll never, ever meet another piggy like him. I will miss you forever Eggs
I picked some photos of him that I feel like perfectly captured who he was, the sweetest gentlest goofiest little man
In 2023 a piggy who I’d had for barely a year that I’d taken in with his brother Ollie died, his name was Bobby. I took in Ollie and Bobby to keep my boy Kip company after his friend Rico passed. Rico was my first ever piggy. Just a year after, Bobby had a long and terrible battle with a bladder stone and he didn’t survive the unfortunately very delayed surgery. Kip was ageing at the time, and Ollie needed a pal for when that happens. I found a little boy on Ireland’s version of craigslist being given away in a city hours away by himself. He was in a tiny cage in a concrete shed and looked so sad. He was coming home with me. When we finally got to him, the man who owned him made a joke about how there’d be more room in his shed now that he was gone. It broke my heart. On the long drive home he spent the whole time eating and not even hiding. He was so trusting and friendly from the get go, I’d never really seen anything like it with piggies. It’s usually difficult to bond immediately to a piggie so fast after another one’s passing, but Eggs won me over the second I met him. Not a day where I knew him did I not adore him.
When I got him home, I needed to double check and sex him which was a whole ordeal. People on this forum said he was likely only about 6-7 months old. I feel like I vaguely remember the man he belonged to implying he had another pig that died. Thinking of him all alone in a cold shed has never not upset me the entire time I had him. He was such a sweet, friendly, gentle little guy who deserved such a better start in life than he got. I don’t understand how anyone couldn’t have loved him so much. Picking a name took a while but I landed on Eggs which in hindsight was the perfect name for him.
Just a couple weeks later, Kip died at nearly 7 years old. I took Eggs out of his isolation prematurely so he could move in with Ollie. Ollie is far too rough, so they lived in a split cage peacefully apart from Ollie’s usual menace behaviour. I always joke about Eggs being dumb, but he was as dumb as a bag of rocks and I loved him for it. I have never met a lovelier guinea pig. He was the epitome of “just here to have a good time”. His name was so silly, and it suited him because HE was so silly. He was the model guinea pig. Friendly, gentle as could be and the ideal patient. Between all his health problems including weeks where I’d have to syringe and flush out a hole in his neck, he never complained apart from one single time where he got a little prissy and all that prissiness was was angrily accepting lettuce as a reward. He was an absolute angel. He trusted me so much, even when he knew me for 2 minutes. I could put my hand in his cage and scoop him up no hesitation, I could feed him mid air while I clipped his nails, the vets could do just about anything with him. For my birthday in April he was at the vet, and we took a 40 minute detour on the way back to get a Subway with him in his carrier and lots of treats in tow and not a single care was given. He was happy doing anything.
I miss him so much. I miss sitting by his cage and he’d immediately come over to chat with me. I miss his spindly little whiskers. I miss his air-gaspy very pathetic little wheeks. I miss how he’d get stuck under a tiny blanket because he didn’t have the wits to get out. I miss his huge, round eyes. I miss how he was so dirty he’d lie in the one single dirtied spot in his cage. I miss how he often couldn’t find a treat unless you basically put it in his mouth for him. I miss how greedily he’d snatch a Burgess Herby Heart from my hand when otherwise he was the world’s gentlest little pig. I miss how they’d swoon over him at the vets because he was just so cute and well behaved and tolerant of anything. I miss how he’d lick the bars clean after a treat so much as grazed them. I miss how he’d just resume eating without a car in the world with my cat Miss Keisha sitting on his wood house above him. I miss calling him Eggory Peck and Pingies and Pringles, which turned to Ingle Pringle which my boyfriend turned into Ingland Pringles and then into Disney Boy because of his eyes. I miss him so much.
I’m so upset and angry that I didn’t get anywhere near enough time with him. He was only with me just over 2 years but it felt like he’d been here forever. He deserved so much better from life in general, and I really hope I gave him a life he was happy with and one where he wasn’t failed. It feels sacrilegious to say, but in a way I feel like I bonded with Eggs more than any other piggy I’ve had. From the second I met him and he met me, he trusted me with his whole life no matter what I had to do with him. I know I’ll never, ever meet another piggy like him. I will miss you forever Eggs
I picked some photos of him that I feel like perfectly captured who he was, the sweetest gentlest goofiest little man
I'm sure he was extremely happy with you and his life was a good one once you got him away from his awful start in life. What a beautiful eulogy 
It sounds like Eggs was a truly special pig and he was so lucky to have you. I'm so sorry for your loss, he'll live on in your heart forever 
