BertisKing
Teenage Guinea Pig
I wouldn't usually jump straight on the forum with these sort of posts but my mind is in so much turmoil I can't physically speak to anyone without breaking down. Just over an hour ago, I lost my wonderful George.
George was one of those special piggies. At nearly 8years old, he'd been through the mill but always came out fighting.
The most laid back piggy I've ever seen, solidly and unshakably bonded to his brother Fred, he came into my life almost on a whim- a pair of unwanted 3 year old boars from p@h adoption centre. I already had two girls and two boys at this point, but the guinea pig bug had bitten and they came home with me there and then.
Since then he'd had one eye removed, lost the sight in the other and most recently had a bought of pneumonia, but he was always generous with his kisses and was fearless when it came to new places- the Cavy Corner fun show and the potteries gpr events were just some of the places he visited, along with travelling with me in my tent and later the campervan.
When I found him this evening, collapsed in a nest of hay, I thought he had already gone, but when I went to move him it was obvious he was fighting to hold on with everything he had, almost as though he was waiting to say goodbye. He finally let go in my arms 15 minutes later, closing his eye and relaxing into forever sleep, and I hope he went knowing just how adored he was.
I am beyond devastated. You shouldn't have favourites but this pair will always hold a special place in my heart, and George's beautiful personality made him a pig in a million.
Sleep tight my wonderful boy. You weren't my first piggy and you certainly aren't my last, but you were one of my best friends, a calm non-judgemental presence in my otherwise hectic life, and I will never forget how you made my life better, even for these few short years.
George was one of those special piggies. At nearly 8years old, he'd been through the mill but always came out fighting.
The most laid back piggy I've ever seen, solidly and unshakably bonded to his brother Fred, he came into my life almost on a whim- a pair of unwanted 3 year old boars from p@h adoption centre. I already had two girls and two boys at this point, but the guinea pig bug had bitten and they came home with me there and then.
Since then he'd had one eye removed, lost the sight in the other and most recently had a bought of pneumonia, but he was always generous with his kisses and was fearless when it came to new places- the Cavy Corner fun show and the potteries gpr events were just some of the places he visited, along with travelling with me in my tent and later the campervan.
When I found him this evening, collapsed in a nest of hay, I thought he had already gone, but when I went to move him it was obvious he was fighting to hold on with everything he had, almost as though he was waiting to say goodbye. He finally let go in my arms 15 minutes later, closing his eye and relaxing into forever sleep, and I hope he went knowing just how adored he was.
I am beyond devastated. You shouldn't have favourites but this pair will always hold a special place in my heart, and George's beautiful personality made him a pig in a million.
Sleep tight my wonderful boy. You weren't my first piggy and you certainly aren't my last, but you were one of my best friends, a calm non-judgemental presence in my otherwise hectic life, and I will never forget how you made my life better, even for these few short years.
He sounded like an amazing boy
