Mirandalynn22
Junior Guinea Pig
8 beautiful years with this sweet girl. But I'd give anything to go back and restart them over, relive it all again, give a million more snuggles and appreciate all the little things. I was in a car accident in 2016 that left me with lifelong injuries and severe ptsd, anxiety and depression. A year later when my peanut died, I was devestated and felt like I lost my purpose. A few weeks later, I walked into our local pet store and I saw Luna and I instantly fell in love with her. I sent the photo to my mom and by the time I made it home from the grocery store, I walked in my room and was sitting on my bed looking up at me. I burst into tears and decided I needed to fill that hole in my heart and give another piggy all the love I had in my heart for my peanut. The photo with the zebra blanket was a few days later when I brought Zoey home at 6 weeks old. She had big huge ears that didnt fit her body until she grew into them later in life but It was the cutest thing in the world! I immediately wanted the best of everything for my girls. I built a large C&C cage, I spent hundreds on handmade fleece beds and guineadad liners, and all the toys and cage additions I could find. I researched for weeks the best foods, made exact feeding schedules so they didnt get anything too often, put coconut oil on their feet regularly. I think I may be to blame for spoiling them rotten but from the day she became my baby, her sass began to grow and flourish! Lol!
Luna (the Grey and white) was my easy independent girl. She was the dominant one of the two. She would eat any and everything and very much so did her own thing. Zoey on the other hand, she was so incredibly picky and truly like my little baby. She wanted to be hand fed her veggies every night for the first half of her life. She had fewer foods she actually liked. Cherry tomatoes were her absolute favorite and she always made sure the pulp covered her chin when she was done. She was quirky and had the funniest little things about her, like how she would only eat the skin on cucumber and zucchini. Lol. Or how she had barely any hair on the tops of her back feet but the few she did have were so long and stuck straight up. We always called them her little chicken feet.
Luna fell ill in 2021 and I fought long and hard to nurse her back to health with hundreds in vet bills and in the end, I still lost her at 4 years old. I was devastated and Zoey was all I had left... my purpose. I spent several more years with her until August of this year I found her unwilling to use her back legs due to severe arthritis. I chose to keep her here to care for her and give her the best quality of life I could with pain management for the time we had left since she seemed to be completely herself aside from the lack of mobility. The last photo is the last one I took of her. It was last friday before her vet appointment and she needed a bath. But with all that hair she takes forever to dry so she got herself a blowout and loved every minute of it
Unfortunately, yesterday very early morning she passed due to other complications before I could get her to the vet.
I find myself looking over into her cage to check on her because the last 6 weeks of her life was around the clock care to ensure she stayed clean, happy, comfortable, loved, and had access to everything she needed close by. To say I'm heartbroken is an understatement. The silence is deafening and the emptiness I feel is unbearable.
I'm struggling with trying to grieve and make decisions for the last form of love you get to show your babies, their resting place. I always felt so strongly about cremation because I knew this was the last for me. The heartbreak, the emptiness, the guilt. I cant continue to put myself through that every few years. But finding out the cost of cremation shocked me and is hard to afford on a whim after hundreds already spent in vet bills. Being in an apartment, I wouldnt be able to bury my baby close to me. I fight with feeling like burial somewhere else is disposal and I would love to carry my girls with me forever. It has been extremely hard with trying to make those decisions while not having even really processed she is gone
But I wanted to share her here. To focus on some of the sweet memories I'm holding close to my heart right now. To give someone else just a fraction of the joy she gave me. I miss her and Luna, more than words can explain.
Luna (the Grey and white) was my easy independent girl. She was the dominant one of the two. She would eat any and everything and very much so did her own thing. Zoey on the other hand, she was so incredibly picky and truly like my little baby. She wanted to be hand fed her veggies every night for the first half of her life. She had fewer foods she actually liked. Cherry tomatoes were her absolute favorite and she always made sure the pulp covered her chin when she was done. She was quirky and had the funniest little things about her, like how she would only eat the skin on cucumber and zucchini. Lol. Or how she had barely any hair on the tops of her back feet but the few she did have were so long and stuck straight up. We always called them her little chicken feet.
Luna fell ill in 2021 and I fought long and hard to nurse her back to health with hundreds in vet bills and in the end, I still lost her at 4 years old. I was devastated and Zoey was all I had left... my purpose. I spent several more years with her until August of this year I found her unwilling to use her back legs due to severe arthritis. I chose to keep her here to care for her and give her the best quality of life I could with pain management for the time we had left since she seemed to be completely herself aside from the lack of mobility. The last photo is the last one I took of her. It was last friday before her vet appointment and she needed a bath. But with all that hair she takes forever to dry so she got herself a blowout and loved every minute of it
Unfortunately, yesterday very early morning she passed due to other complications before I could get her to the vet.
I find myself looking over into her cage to check on her because the last 6 weeks of her life was around the clock care to ensure she stayed clean, happy, comfortable, loved, and had access to everything she needed close by. To say I'm heartbroken is an understatement. The silence is deafening and the emptiness I feel is unbearable.
I'm struggling with trying to grieve and make decisions for the last form of love you get to show your babies, their resting place. I always felt so strongly about cremation because I knew this was the last for me. The heartbreak, the emptiness, the guilt. I cant continue to put myself through that every few years. But finding out the cost of cremation shocked me and is hard to afford on a whim after hundreds already spent in vet bills. Being in an apartment, I wouldnt be able to bury my baby close to me. I fight with feeling like burial somewhere else is disposal and I would love to carry my girls with me forever. It has been extremely hard with trying to make those decisions while not having even really processed she is gone
But I wanted to share her here. To focus on some of the sweet memories I'm holding close to my heart right now. To give someone else just a fraction of the joy she gave me. I miss her and Luna, more than words can explain.
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