Sarah from Chucklebunnies
Adult Guinea Pig
Columbine died yesterday evening in my hands, drawing her last breaths peacefully. She had a cancerous lump removed in May, but the cancer returned internally, interfering with breathing and swallowing. She has been fading for some time, contracting a chest infection which had been cleared up but which left her weakened. We actually took her to the vets to be put to sleep yesterday morning because she was starting to genuinely suffer with the cancer, but the vet persuaded us to give her a final chance. However, she was just too ill to survive.
I loved her for her energy, she was always moving around the conservatory. She couldn't concentate on anything, scatty little darling, and adored people and being cuddled when she would race up your front and nip you on the chin to tell you she loved you. Unlike all the other piggies who have owned me, she got totally overexcited being stroked and ruffled in any direction on any part of her body. When small, she could wet herself in sheer excitement through being 'scruffled'.
I had already said goodbye, her death was not a shock but simply an end to a struggle to survive. I am content that her final weeks were comfortable, happy and fully interacting with the other piggies in the herd, being her usual self. She did not suffer greatly and that is a very good thing.
My favourite picture of her.
Chocs (Lindsay's big boy) has now lost his beautiful valentine. Poor lad. Give him extra cuddles please!
I loved her for her energy, she was always moving around the conservatory. She couldn't concentate on anything, scatty little darling, and adored people and being cuddled when she would race up your front and nip you on the chin to tell you she loved you. Unlike all the other piggies who have owned me, she got totally overexcited being stroked and ruffled in any direction on any part of her body. When small, she could wet herself in sheer excitement through being 'scruffled'.
I had already said goodbye, her death was not a shock but simply an end to a struggle to survive. I am content that her final weeks were comfortable, happy and fully interacting with the other piggies in the herd, being her usual self. She did not suffer greatly and that is a very good thing.
My favourite picture of her.
Chocs (Lindsay's big boy) has now lost his beautiful valentine. Poor lad. Give him extra cuddles please!
