Sarah from Chucklebunnies
Adult Guinea Pig
Carmeline died this morning at 8.50 in my arms. She was warm and comfy, not in any pain and even managed a last chuckle or two, but she has been fading after a series of small illnesses that have simply left her more and more tired and thinner and thinner. She was somewhere around 7 to 8 years old, known to many on this forum because she went to Cavy Corner fun days with me very often - she has been cuddled by lots and lots of people. She has had an interesting life, unmistakable head girl in my herd of girls for the last five years or so, with an indomitable will and a real zest for living. There are piggies who leave you bereft and immediately alone, but this one is only in the next room. As I write this her spirit is still with me, she is still in this house. I hope she stays in my mind this way for a long time yet.
She was never a beautiful photogenic piggy and didn't like the camera, so I don't have many photos of her.
Bath time....she never really liked baths, but put up with having her rear end washed with a warm flannel once she became unable to reach it herself.
Here she is demonstrating that recovery food is perfectly acceptable when eaten from a spoon.
A good picture from last year, with three of the four girls she has left behind. I am certain in my mind that their constant harassment, piggy chatter, food stealing and general disruption has kept her going these past few months.
It is always hard to lose a piggy. Lola has stepped up as the new alpha, she was already training for the role during these last few months so the herd won't miss her in the same way I do. I miss her whiffly kisses on my nose, her love for 40 minute cuddles, the way she always tried to taste whatever I was eating and even stuck her face into teacups, her wheezy chuckles and the way she settled her warm tummy into my hand so trustingly.
She was never a beautiful photogenic piggy and didn't like the camera, so I don't have many photos of her.
Bath time....she never really liked baths, but put up with having her rear end washed with a warm flannel once she became unable to reach it herself.
Here she is demonstrating that recovery food is perfectly acceptable when eaten from a spoon.
A good picture from last year, with three of the four girls she has left behind. I am certain in my mind that their constant harassment, piggy chatter, food stealing and general disruption has kept her going these past few months.
It is always hard to lose a piggy. Lola has stepped up as the new alpha, she was already training for the role during these last few months so the herd won't miss her in the same way I do. I miss her whiffly kisses on my nose, her love for 40 minute cuddles, the way she always tried to taste whatever I was eating and even stuck her face into teacups, her wheezy chuckles and the way she settled her warm tummy into my hand so trustingly.
