AidaB
Forum Donator 2025/26
It’s with great sadness I write this post.
Our Hamish, my furry friend, had to be helped over the rainbow bridge on Friday.
Hamish, who with Hector became our first guinea pigs together . My first pets.
Hector & Hamish our little duo, or H&H- mostly happy with each other, they both taught us so much about the wonderful world of guinea pigs.
After Hector passed, along came Billy who after a couple of weeks living together with Hamish, ended up as Hamish’s neighbour. Unfortunately Billy had bladder stones and had to be pts, earlier this year. More recently Wally moved in to be Hamish’s neighbour.
(Hamish, my little pig, I really hope you taught Wally enough manners to help him negotiate this next step in his life.)
It has been an absolute joy to share our home with Hamish. I always felt like he could make himself understood, even though he couldn’t speak hooman.
When Hamish first came to live with us we would joke he was the piggy version of a dog, as he got older he was such a chilled calm and content OAP.
Somehow he always got his way. A few extra sneaky pellets, an extra pea flake, a snuggle safe, even when it perhaps wasn’t quite cold enough! Even buying what we called posh hay- which was getting a bit pricy but was your favourite. ( Somehow we have a whole box left- that you persuaded me to get recently!)
Hamish absolutely loved a cosy fleece corner tunnel I made, which we would often have to bribe him to leave.
Hamish also loved a hay nest, and could easily panic us for a short time, wondering where he had gone, until we spotted the hay going up and down with his breathing.
Hamish knew our piggy routine to the minute & would quickly let us know what time it was, meds, veg/pellets, he taught his new neighbours the piggy times at our home and how to play hunt the pellet.
I loved a little sit & chat with Hamish, he could be quite vocal when in the right mood- filling me in on whatever was happening in his world, and yes I am sure I got some choice words when he wasn’t happy.
Hamish did a happy purr a couple of times when relaxing with me, I felt so honoured.
We have had our emotional and medical ups and downs together, somehow muddling through.
Unfortunately this time, we couldn’t help you get through. Your pain was too much, and you did your best to show us you were a happy guinea pig- but we could tell it was time.
Sweet dreams my Hamish pig, wheeks to Hector for me.
We are missing you sooo much.
Our Hamish, my furry friend, had to be helped over the rainbow bridge on Friday.
Hamish, who with Hector became our first guinea pigs together . My first pets.
Hector & Hamish our little duo, or H&H- mostly happy with each other, they both taught us so much about the wonderful world of guinea pigs.
After Hector passed, along came Billy who after a couple of weeks living together with Hamish, ended up as Hamish’s neighbour. Unfortunately Billy had bladder stones and had to be pts, earlier this year. More recently Wally moved in to be Hamish’s neighbour.
(Hamish, my little pig, I really hope you taught Wally enough manners to help him negotiate this next step in his life.)
It has been an absolute joy to share our home with Hamish. I always felt like he could make himself understood, even though he couldn’t speak hooman.
When Hamish first came to live with us we would joke he was the piggy version of a dog, as he got older he was such a chilled calm and content OAP.
Somehow he always got his way. A few extra sneaky pellets, an extra pea flake, a snuggle safe, even when it perhaps wasn’t quite cold enough! Even buying what we called posh hay- which was getting a bit pricy but was your favourite. ( Somehow we have a whole box left- that you persuaded me to get recently!)
Hamish absolutely loved a cosy fleece corner tunnel I made, which we would often have to bribe him to leave.
Hamish also loved a hay nest, and could easily panic us for a short time, wondering where he had gone, until we spotted the hay going up and down with his breathing.
Hamish knew our piggy routine to the minute & would quickly let us know what time it was, meds, veg/pellets, he taught his new neighbours the piggy times at our home and how to play hunt the pellet.
I loved a little sit & chat with Hamish, he could be quite vocal when in the right mood- filling me in on whatever was happening in his world, and yes I am sure I got some choice words when he wasn’t happy.
Hamish did a happy purr a couple of times when relaxing with me, I felt so honoured.
We have had our emotional and medical ups and downs together, somehow muddling through.
Unfortunately this time, we couldn’t help you get through. Your pain was too much, and you did your best to show us you were a happy guinea pig- but we could tell it was time.
Sweet dreams my Hamish pig, wheeks to Hector for me.
We are missing you sooo much.
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big hugs to you.
Big hugs to you. 
. He had a good life with you. He will still be remembered and loved. Fly high sweet boy 
