LondonLady
Forum Donator 2025/26






A week ago today I said goodbye for the last time to my beautiful Treacle.
Treacle came into my life last September. I was doubtful about adopting her at first as she was around five years old and I was really hoping for a younger piggy, but by then Toffee had been on his own for nearly six weeks and needed a new friend.
The lady at the rescue described her as “a sweet, gentle girl” and said that she had had a difficult time, having been adopted by a family who then handed her back after their other guinea pig started bullying her. How could I say no? As soon as I saw her I fell in love with her – her big eyes, her beautiful colouring. And luckily so did Toffee. I dropped him off at the rescue and the next day I had a message saying they had bonded immediately and I could take them both home!
Treacle was very small – 815g when I brought her home, and although she gained weight in her first weeks, she was never any more than 850g. She was also very nervous. As soon as I came into the room she would bolt! Although she gradually became more used to me and would happily eat from my hand, that instinct to run as soon as I approached the cage never left her. However she was happy to let me pick her up and would let me hold her until she decided she’d had enough and give me a sharp nip!
Though small, she was loud! None of my other piggies have been particularly vocal so her loud wheeks surprised me at first and I loved to hear her. She knew when it was dinner time and didn’t hesitate to remind me!
She and Toffee were perfect for each other. I’ve seen Toffee interacting with three lady friends now and although he got on well with first Biscuit and then Spice, it seemed like his relationship with Treacle was on a different level. They chattered constantly, they followed each other round the cage, they cuddled up together at night. It was lovely to see.
Then a couple of weeks ago Treacle suddenly started losing weight. At the vets she was found to have a stone in her urinary tract and then kidney disease. After a week of syringe feeding and going backwards and forwards to the vet, she was still losing weight. On her last day I took her back to the vets and she was cold and the vet said she thought her body was shutting down. I found it hard to believe. They offered to keep her there for observation for a few hours, and when I went back she was obviously very poorly. I desperately wanted to bring her home and look after her but knew in my heart it wouldn’t be right, so I agreed to let her go.
I knew when I adopted you my beautiful girl that I might not have long with you, but eight months seems incredibly short. I’m so sorry there was nothing I could do to make you better.