Kay701
Junior Guinea Pig
We lost Waffle just over a week ago after only three weeks fighting lymphoma. She was only 3 and a bit but she's always been a fragile little thing (though you wouldn't know, to see the way she ran about!) so we always knew she'd be the first to go. But it was still a massive shock and we're still very much grieving her loss.
Waffle was the most wonderful piggy. She battled infections and mites from her neglectful first home, two flat moves with us, ovarian cysts and sterile cystitis and was the happiest, bravest little thing throughout all of it. We got Honey and Waffle during a very dark period of our lives when I was housebound with post-concussion syndrome and at an awful state with my mental health. Waffle has been my constant over the last nearly 3 years, she's seen me through hospitalisation, suicide attempts, many jobs, 3 flats and has finally left us in the stablest mental state my spouse and I have ever been in our lives. Over the time we've known her, we've now got stable jobs, therapists, we've both come out as LGBTQ+, left abusive family relationships and toxic religious beliefs/environments, and I've become vegetarian in a large part due to her (and Honey). I stand by the fact that Waffle was my little fluffy angel, sent to help me heal from my abusive childhood as I helped her heal from her difficult first home, and that she knew the time to leave us because her job was done. Not only are me and my spouse able, as awful as it is, to live without her, but her sister Honey, in most part due to Waffle's wonderful encouragement, is also finally in a state where she is happy and confident enough to face finding a new friend. No words can describe what Waffle has been to all three of us.
She was the silliest little thing and wanted to be involved in everything I did, from working out and cooking to sitting in the dustpan and on every mat as I cleaned their poo from it! I remember a specific day from only a few months in to having them when my spouse had a friend over to play video games. Waffle sat in a cardboard box I'd put out in the middle of the floor staring at them the entire time, you could see that she desperately wanted to join them but was too nervous! As of about 6 months later, though, she had no fear and would greet anyone who came into our flat with wheeks, sniffs and by following them around! You never knew when she'd take off to explore somewhere, she frequently stole my knitting or ate tassels off one of our blankets, and loved running around behind sofas, under tables, the laundry, even sometimes helping me fold laundry and put it away! We also nicknamed her the ADH-pig, because she'd hyper focus on things or get distracted by something mid-dash, and was always bouncing around. In fact the day after her operation for ovarian cysts, she was so excited that she felt back to normal that she gave herself an abscess by jumping around in hay too vigorously
she was also obsessed with paper bags and you could always tell when it was her in one because she'd constantly be rustling it! She pulled hilarious faces and would issue ear splitting single wheeks with her mouth in a perfect circle! And for some reason she'd only drink from a water bottle, not bowls, by energetically biting and twisting her head - I really miss that loud rattling sound!
She's taught me to be open-hearted; she would pur very loudly and happily for anyone who was gentle and gave her veggies. She's taught me to be brave; despite her size, she was always exploring and discovering new things. She's taught me to find joy in the little things every day; she had such a sunny outlook and enjoyed everything to the full right up to the end. She's taught me that the tiniest creature is a beautiful individual soul, and that patience, kindness and love can bring out the noisy personality of anyone, even if all they've experienced before has been neglect.
We will always love and miss you, little mousy, our Waffly-woo. You were our joy and sunshine, forever in our hearts
Waffle was the most wonderful piggy. She battled infections and mites from her neglectful first home, two flat moves with us, ovarian cysts and sterile cystitis and was the happiest, bravest little thing throughout all of it. We got Honey and Waffle during a very dark period of our lives when I was housebound with post-concussion syndrome and at an awful state with my mental health. Waffle has been my constant over the last nearly 3 years, she's seen me through hospitalisation, suicide attempts, many jobs, 3 flats and has finally left us in the stablest mental state my spouse and I have ever been in our lives. Over the time we've known her, we've now got stable jobs, therapists, we've both come out as LGBTQ+, left abusive family relationships and toxic religious beliefs/environments, and I've become vegetarian in a large part due to her (and Honey). I stand by the fact that Waffle was my little fluffy angel, sent to help me heal from my abusive childhood as I helped her heal from her difficult first home, and that she knew the time to leave us because her job was done. Not only are me and my spouse able, as awful as it is, to live without her, but her sister Honey, in most part due to Waffle's wonderful encouragement, is also finally in a state where she is happy and confident enough to face finding a new friend. No words can describe what Waffle has been to all three of us.
She was the silliest little thing and wanted to be involved in everything I did, from working out and cooking to sitting in the dustpan and on every mat as I cleaned their poo from it! I remember a specific day from only a few months in to having them when my spouse had a friend over to play video games. Waffle sat in a cardboard box I'd put out in the middle of the floor staring at them the entire time, you could see that she desperately wanted to join them but was too nervous! As of about 6 months later, though, she had no fear and would greet anyone who came into our flat with wheeks, sniffs and by following them around! You never knew when she'd take off to explore somewhere, she frequently stole my knitting or ate tassels off one of our blankets, and loved running around behind sofas, under tables, the laundry, even sometimes helping me fold laundry and put it away! We also nicknamed her the ADH-pig, because she'd hyper focus on things or get distracted by something mid-dash, and was always bouncing around. In fact the day after her operation for ovarian cysts, she was so excited that she felt back to normal that she gave herself an abscess by jumping around in hay too vigorously
she was also obsessed with paper bags and you could always tell when it was her in one because she'd constantly be rustling it! She pulled hilarious faces and would issue ear splitting single wheeks with her mouth in a perfect circle! And for some reason she'd only drink from a water bottle, not bowls, by energetically biting and twisting her head - I really miss that loud rattling sound!She's taught me to be open-hearted; she would pur very loudly and happily for anyone who was gentle and gave her veggies. She's taught me to be brave; despite her size, she was always exploring and discovering new things. She's taught me to find joy in the little things every day; she had such a sunny outlook and enjoyed everything to the full right up to the end. She's taught me that the tiniest creature is a beautiful individual soul, and that patience, kindness and love can bring out the noisy personality of anyone, even if all they've experienced before has been neglect.
We will always love and miss you, little mousy, our Waffly-woo. You were our joy and sunshine, forever in our hearts
