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Teenage Guinea Pig
- Joined
- Dec 12, 2010
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- Location
- Greater south London with my husband
I got home from university (see would caramel crush her thread in welfare) and Rob had taken both Cotton and Pancake to the vet as I sent him a message saying "Cotton, no improvement and need more Baytril, Pancake fast breathing, refusing food, sitting in corner won't interact - call vet asap and take them. text me result, love you x"
He brought them back with antibiotics and I put Pancake back in with his mum and Cotton on Rob when he sat down so that I could give her the antibiotics. I turned away to get them and he said "Oh no, she's stopped breathing!"
I tried everything I could to get her back but it made no difference. Poor little baby had been suffering so long she'd given up. I told her every single time I fed her how much we loved her and I asked her never to give up because we would never give up on her. I know she tried her best.
She has been buried near her little brother Cocoa in Rob's Parent's garden next to their dog Ben who will look after them. This is Cotton's note:
"Beautiful little cotton, you held on for as long as you could. You were as brave as you were beautiful and for the short time you were here, you brought light to our lives. We will love you more than you could ever possibly imagine, forever and we will never, ever forget you. I hope you will look after your little brother, Cocoa at Rainbow Bridge and find a nice foster-mum to watch over you. You will never be able to understand how much we will miss you. We love you, grandma, grandad, mum, dad, Jellybean, Pancake and Cinnamon x x x x x"
Cinnamon will miss her as well, that's just the kind of wonderful girl she is. She was so eager to foster little Cotton and Cotton was so happy when Cinnamon was washing her. I know Cinnamon loved her instantly as we did.
When she passed, I held her a while telling her we will always love her and miss her and that we'll never forget her. It broke my heart to put her in her burial box but I knew that at least now she could rest easy and not be held back by sickness at the Bridge. She was 7 days old yesterday.
It occurred to me that the Dove I put on her box and on Cocoa's could carry them to the Bridge faster for me so I hope for this with all that I am. I am going to miss that little face looking up at me so much and I know I'll never forget her or my tiny baby Cocoa. I know I can't have them back but I want them back so badly, sometimes my mind tricks me and I think I see them in the maternity apartment from over here.
This is her burial box. The heart balloon again I saved from Valentine's day, the Dove is one of my favourite Christmas decorations and I hope that the Dove will carry her up to the Bridge for me and the Silver Heart keyring was been one of my favourites since I got it, I wanted her to have it. She got a kiss from me and her grandad (OH) and I kissed her box as well. He was crying too when we buried her, just like with Cocoa, though he wasn't as uncontrollable as I was. I feel so guilty I couldn't do enough to make her better. I did all that I could but it obviously wasn't enough or she'd still be here.
Sleep well my beautiful little baby, we'll never ever forget you and we'll be re-united one day. I'll come and visit you and your little brother Cocoa with your friend Ben. We will always love you.
x x x x x
He brought them back with antibiotics and I put Pancake back in with his mum and Cotton on Rob when he sat down so that I could give her the antibiotics. I turned away to get them and he said "Oh no, she's stopped breathing!"
I tried everything I could to get her back but it made no difference. Poor little baby had been suffering so long she'd given up. I told her every single time I fed her how much we loved her and I asked her never to give up because we would never give up on her. I know she tried her best.
She has been buried near her little brother Cocoa in Rob's Parent's garden next to their dog Ben who will look after them. This is Cotton's note:
"Beautiful little cotton, you held on for as long as you could. You were as brave as you were beautiful and for the short time you were here, you brought light to our lives. We will love you more than you could ever possibly imagine, forever and we will never, ever forget you. I hope you will look after your little brother, Cocoa at Rainbow Bridge and find a nice foster-mum to watch over you. You will never be able to understand how much we will miss you. We love you, grandma, grandad, mum, dad, Jellybean, Pancake and Cinnamon x x x x x"
Cinnamon will miss her as well, that's just the kind of wonderful girl she is. She was so eager to foster little Cotton and Cotton was so happy when Cinnamon was washing her. I know Cinnamon loved her instantly as we did.
When she passed, I held her a while telling her we will always love her and miss her and that we'll never forget her. It broke my heart to put her in her burial box but I knew that at least now she could rest easy and not be held back by sickness at the Bridge. She was 7 days old yesterday.
It occurred to me that the Dove I put on her box and on Cocoa's could carry them to the Bridge faster for me so I hope for this with all that I am. I am going to miss that little face looking up at me so much and I know I'll never forget her or my tiny baby Cocoa. I know I can't have them back but I want them back so badly, sometimes my mind tricks me and I think I see them in the maternity apartment from over here.
This is her burial box. The heart balloon again I saved from Valentine's day, the Dove is one of my favourite Christmas decorations and I hope that the Dove will carry her up to the Bridge for me and the Silver Heart keyring was been one of my favourites since I got it, I wanted her to have it. She got a kiss from me and her grandad (OH) and I kissed her box as well. He was crying too when we buried her, just like with Cocoa, though he wasn't as uncontrollable as I was. I feel so guilty I couldn't do enough to make her better. I did all that I could but it obviously wasn't enough or she'd still be here.
Sleep well my beautiful little baby, we'll never ever forget you and we'll be re-united one day. I'll come and visit you and your little brother Cocoa with your friend Ben. We will always love you.
x x x x x
