Eriathwen
Adult Guinea Pig
You and Biscuit were always meant to be mine, and I can't help but think if I could have spared you this early passing if I hadn't decided against buying you the first time I saw you 
If I could have, I'm so sorry it had to end this way..
I saw you both being sold by your breeder, little 8 week old babies. I agonised over buying you, such beautiful little texels, my absolute favourite breed. But my heart knew I needed the space to save rescues, so I walked away, later that same evening I saw on a Facebook group, your new owner proudly saying how they had reserved you both and would be collecting you this week. They named you Bramble..those that know me know why that name wasn't kept when you came here.
I was glad that I could watch you grow up on that Facebook group, but I saw nothing more of you after that for 6 months, when I was scrolling through the pigs for adoption on a selling site and immediately recognised you both, checking the sellers name I confirmed it was you. I couldn't walk away a second time, you looked so small still..you shouldn't have been so small still? You were 7/8 months old but the size of a 12 week old baby!
When I collected you, you were both terrified, kept on old bedsheets with hardly any food, you were stunted, so stunted it took weeks for you to have enough spare energy to even grow your famous long hair. You were incredibly feisty from the start, throwing yourself through the air at poor Thistle the first time you saw her
strong willed and determined to make the most out of your second chance you grew so big and fluffy, you were absolutely beautiful, you trusted me and that meant more than you could ever know, after being given every reason not to.
I'm going to miss my slipper chewer, the only one in your current herd to actively seek me out when I would come into your cage. Always such an inquisitive (nosy..God you were nosy!
) little lady. Hardly a days trouble, you hold the record for being probably my first pig in a very long time from start to finish to never even be registered at my vet until you needed to be for your post mortem, you were such a healthy girl there was never a need.
Right up until the day you waddled off across the bridge you never showed any sign of I'll health. I went up to do Bellas antifungal cream and could hear you grunting under the hay, you hadn't moved, that wasn't normal. Lifting you up you were still so perky, you managed a mouthful of cucumber while I gave you some baytril for your snotty nose and metacam to hopefully reduce any inflammation in your airways and ease any pain. Shortly after you stopped swallowing and I knew there was nothing more we could do for you, and off you went.
I will take care of Biscuit for you, luckily she seems relatively accepting of your passing so far. Sleep well beautiful floof.
If I could have, I'm so sorry it had to end this way..I saw you both being sold by your breeder, little 8 week old babies. I agonised over buying you, such beautiful little texels, my absolute favourite breed. But my heart knew I needed the space to save rescues, so I walked away, later that same evening I saw on a Facebook group, your new owner proudly saying how they had reserved you both and would be collecting you this week. They named you Bramble..those that know me know why that name wasn't kept when you came here.
I was glad that I could watch you grow up on that Facebook group, but I saw nothing more of you after that for 6 months, when I was scrolling through the pigs for adoption on a selling site and immediately recognised you both, checking the sellers name I confirmed it was you. I couldn't walk away a second time, you looked so small still..you shouldn't have been so small still? You were 7/8 months old but the size of a 12 week old baby!
When I collected you, you were both terrified, kept on old bedsheets with hardly any food, you were stunted, so stunted it took weeks for you to have enough spare energy to even grow your famous long hair. You were incredibly feisty from the start, throwing yourself through the air at poor Thistle the first time you saw her
strong willed and determined to make the most out of your second chance you grew so big and fluffy, you were absolutely beautiful, you trusted me and that meant more than you could ever know, after being given every reason not to.I'm going to miss my slipper chewer, the only one in your current herd to actively seek me out when I would come into your cage. Always such an inquisitive (nosy..God you were nosy!
) little lady. Hardly a days trouble, you hold the record for being probably my first pig in a very long time from start to finish to never even be registered at my vet until you needed to be for your post mortem, you were such a healthy girl there was never a need. Right up until the day you waddled off across the bridge you never showed any sign of I'll health. I went up to do Bellas antifungal cream and could hear you grunting under the hay, you hadn't moved, that wasn't normal. Lifting you up you were still so perky, you managed a mouthful of cucumber while I gave you some baytril for your snotty nose and metacam to hopefully reduce any inflammation in your airways and ease any pain. Shortly after you stopped swallowing and I knew there was nothing more we could do for you, and off you went.
I will take care of Biscuit for you, luckily she seems relatively accepting of your passing so far. Sleep well beautiful floof.
Sleep tight beautiful Coco xx
Coco was beautiful! 
