Ffion – you have come to me only in March to fill the void that sweet Fflur had left, and, by God, you DID!
Bold, brash, inquisitive and fearless – whoever met you and could give you a cuddle straightaway would not forget you! You were truly one of a kind and had never heard of a rulebook for guinea pigs. I was so grateful that Helen let you go!
(The account of Ffion in the vet’s waiting room) http://www.theguineapigforum.co.uk/showthread.php?t=47855
I already miss so much the tap-tap-tap of your claws on the hall and kitchen floor that heralded your arrival in order to make sure you would get first choice or a special treat. I miss that you are no longer waiting in the kitchen door for me to come back with some grass. Even my mother-in-law (who can’t tell one piggy from the other) knows you as “the piggy that comes into the kitchenâ€. She found it so charming that you were saying hello to her - of course, nothing to do with not wanting to miss out on anything!
Those wild, utterly mad days when you, Taffy and Ffowlyn were all in season at the same time and chasing each other and poor Llewelyn into the bargain... The three piggy humping pile-ups and bum chasing roundabouts didn’t happen before you turned up and made me laugh so hard that I fell from my chair more than once!
Once you got the hang of the big outside, you were the most inveterate beggar at the mesh and always made sure that you got more than your fair share. If you overslept dinner (which you sometimes did; you had a habit of being dead to the world at times), you would turn up amongst a burst of indignant squeaking.
You have left me so many precious memories of your happy, busy life, Ffion.
Short slideshow (highlights)
Full tribute slideshow
I don’t know what really caused and contributed to the strain on your heart that cut short your still young life, but I am grateful to know that you didn’t suffer and could just go in your usual dramatic fashion. It is a consolation to me that the last picture of you on the evening before is the one where you fell asleep on my knees...
You have now joined my others in the garden, Fflur and Dizzy, Minx and Mischief. We buried you with the last bloom of foxgloves (for your name) and some hydrangea flowers for your big personality not far from the lawn.
Keep an eye out on the tribe for me, will you, Ffion?
Bold, brash, inquisitive and fearless – whoever met you and could give you a cuddle straightaway would not forget you! You were truly one of a kind and had never heard of a rulebook for guinea pigs. I was so grateful that Helen let you go!
(The account of Ffion in the vet’s waiting room) http://www.theguineapigforum.co.uk/showthread.php?t=47855
I already miss so much the tap-tap-tap of your claws on the hall and kitchen floor that heralded your arrival in order to make sure you would get first choice or a special treat. I miss that you are no longer waiting in the kitchen door for me to come back with some grass. Even my mother-in-law (who can’t tell one piggy from the other) knows you as “the piggy that comes into the kitchenâ€. She found it so charming that you were saying hello to her - of course, nothing to do with not wanting to miss out on anything!
Those wild, utterly mad days when you, Taffy and Ffowlyn were all in season at the same time and chasing each other and poor Llewelyn into the bargain... The three piggy humping pile-ups and bum chasing roundabouts didn’t happen before you turned up and made me laugh so hard that I fell from my chair more than once!
Once you got the hang of the big outside, you were the most inveterate beggar at the mesh and always made sure that you got more than your fair share. If you overslept dinner (which you sometimes did; you had a habit of being dead to the world at times), you would turn up amongst a burst of indignant squeaking.
You have left me so many precious memories of your happy, busy life, Ffion.
Short slideshow (highlights)
Full tribute slideshow
I don’t know what really caused and contributed to the strain on your heart that cut short your still young life, but I am grateful to know that you didn’t suffer and could just go in your usual dramatic fashion. It is a consolation to me that the last picture of you on the evening before is the one where you fell asleep on my knees...
You have now joined my others in the garden, Fflur and Dizzy, Minx and Mischief. We buried you with the last bloom of foxgloves (for your name) and some hydrangea flowers for your big personality not far from the lawn.
Keep an eye out on the tribe for me, will you, Ffion?
