BertisKing
Teenage Guinea Pig
In the early hours of this morning, my dearest Coco passed over the rainbow bridge in my arms.
From what I can tell she had some sort of seizure about 5pm and spent the rest of the night having cuddles with the rest of the herd before having a second one about 2.30 am and falling peacefully into forever sleep.
She was 6 years old and she and her late sister Crunchie were the very first piggies I had. They helped me through a very difficult time in my life and gave me something to get up for everyday and I can't thank them enough for what they have given back to me over the years.
Coco was the sweetest, most loving pig I have ever met - she got along with everybody and didn't have one mean tempered bone in her body. Her presence is being missed by the rest of the herd, particularly her devoted husboar Charlie who was with her when she died.
There is a massive hole in my heart tonight, but it's a comfort that I know there was nothing I could have done and she passed surrounded by her family feeling like the much loved and cherished piggy she was.
It is perhaps fitting that as I type this as a way of expressing my own grief, from the dining room I can hear one of the piggies singing. It's dark so I can't see who it is, but I like to think Charlie is saying goodbye in his own beautiful way.
Goodbye Coco, you were a pig in a million. Popcorn free, reunited with Crunchie at last X
From what I can tell she had some sort of seizure about 5pm and spent the rest of the night having cuddles with the rest of the herd before having a second one about 2.30 am and falling peacefully into forever sleep.
She was 6 years old and she and her late sister Crunchie were the very first piggies I had. They helped me through a very difficult time in my life and gave me something to get up for everyday and I can't thank them enough for what they have given back to me over the years.
Coco was the sweetest, most loving pig I have ever met - she got along with everybody and didn't have one mean tempered bone in her body. Her presence is being missed by the rest of the herd, particularly her devoted husboar Charlie who was with her when she died.
There is a massive hole in my heart tonight, but it's a comfort that I know there was nothing I could have done and she passed surrounded by her family feeling like the much loved and cherished piggy she was.
It is perhaps fitting that as I type this as a way of expressing my own grief, from the dining room I can hear one of the piggies singing. It's dark so I can't see who it is, but I like to think Charlie is saying goodbye in his own beautiful way.
Goodbye Coco, you were a pig in a million. Popcorn free, reunited with Crunchie at last X
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I'm so sorry Beth! Sleep tight little Coco xx 
