It's Just Me
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Hi all
I've found this forum whilst searching for answers having just lost my little girl. Posting on the Rainbow Bridge thread feels very healing, so here goes
Fudge passed over the bridge overnight last Sunday/Monday. I came down Monday morning to find her gone (she looked like she was asleep in her little house), yet the day before she'd been happily munching grass outside in her run, and I'd sent her to bed with her favourite mix of lettuce, chopped cucumber, and celery stalks. I came onto the forum to see if it was normal that a seemingly perfectly healthy piggy should just go like that, and I'm comforted to see that it's fairly common. It just seemed her time was up.
Fudge was 8 years old and lived indoors with us. We'd had her from a baby. She was never cold, never hungry, never lonely. We talked to her all the time, and she loved to come out of her house and "listen" when my partner played the flute. I often think I can still hear her, moving around in her hay, but I guess grief does funny things like that.
Anyway, thank you for listening. As I said, writing all that down has been healing.
Goodbye Fudge. We shall all miss you.
I've found this forum whilst searching for answers having just lost my little girl. Posting on the Rainbow Bridge thread feels very healing, so here goes
Fudge passed over the bridge overnight last Sunday/Monday. I came down Monday morning to find her gone (she looked like she was asleep in her little house), yet the day before she'd been happily munching grass outside in her run, and I'd sent her to bed with her favourite mix of lettuce, chopped cucumber, and celery stalks. I came onto the forum to see if it was normal that a seemingly perfectly healthy piggy should just go like that, and I'm comforted to see that it's fairly common. It just seemed her time was up.
Fudge was 8 years old and lived indoors with us. We'd had her from a baby. She was never cold, never hungry, never lonely. We talked to her all the time, and she loved to come out of her house and "listen" when my partner played the flute. I often think I can still hear her, moving around in her hay, but I guess grief does funny things like that.
Anyway, thank you for listening. As I said, writing all that down has been healing.
Goodbye Fudge. We shall all miss you.
