shersher78
Junior Guinea Pig
Sadly Rillo passed away Sunday morning.
She developed a respiratory infection after having two bladder stones removed (maybe bought on by the stress of the op, but could also have already been there lingering). We are unsure whether it was this/her age/the operation or whether Rillo had simply decided she'd had enough.
Rillo was 6 1/2 years old & such a character. She had a huge personality & although I have loved ALL of my guins, she was very special.
Over the years she has had so many problems, generally all connected to her bladder, including a previous operation for a bladder stone where we almost lost her (not so much due to the operation itself, but more to do with complications afterwards from the antibiotics she was prescribed).
We have spent so much money on vet bills for this beautiful girl, nearing on to two thousand pounds (not that I begrudge any of that whatsoever as no amount of money would've stood in our way for our precious girl) and to think, it cost £10 to buy her.
She was one in a million, and I truly cannot see how any guinea pig will ever come close to her.
She came to me as a tiny ball of fluff, 5 weeks old as a replacement for a guinea pig I had lost & I must admit, it took a few days for me to bond with her.
She loved her cuddles & would always give 'Guinea Kisses'.
When the 'Big White God' (fridge) was opened she would go crazy, wheaking at us for her stash of veggies & salad in the fridge.
If someone started chopping she would know whether it was food for her or food for us, & if it WAS food for her she would wheak so loudly that you could hear her from anywhere in the house (even from the top of the garden!) & run around in her cage like a mad woman, getting really excited.
She could smell someone eating an apple a mile off & would purr & chatter until you gave her a chunk.
She would wheak along when we played 'Singstar' (a karaoke game on the Playstation).
She would also sit at whichever end of the cage I was closest to & follow me the length of her cage if I moved anywhere.
She also put a smile on my face if I was feeling down, almost as if she knew something was up & would nudge my hand telling me to fuss her.
We used to giggle at how when she stood on her back legs it looked as if she was wearing a white pair of 'trousers' & that she resembled a big bison, chewing on her grass & hay.
She has left a massive void in our lives.
At least now she will be free of pain forever & be reunited with Shambo & Bubbles.
Baby Roo, If love could have saved you you would have lived forever.
Sleep well beautiful girl x
She developed a respiratory infection after having two bladder stones removed (maybe bought on by the stress of the op, but could also have already been there lingering). We are unsure whether it was this/her age/the operation or whether Rillo had simply decided she'd had enough.
Rillo was 6 1/2 years old & such a character. She had a huge personality & although I have loved ALL of my guins, she was very special.
Over the years she has had so many problems, generally all connected to her bladder, including a previous operation for a bladder stone where we almost lost her (not so much due to the operation itself, but more to do with complications afterwards from the antibiotics she was prescribed).
We have spent so much money on vet bills for this beautiful girl, nearing on to two thousand pounds (not that I begrudge any of that whatsoever as no amount of money would've stood in our way for our precious girl) and to think, it cost £10 to buy her.
She was one in a million, and I truly cannot see how any guinea pig will ever come close to her.
She came to me as a tiny ball of fluff, 5 weeks old as a replacement for a guinea pig I had lost & I must admit, it took a few days for me to bond with her.
She loved her cuddles & would always give 'Guinea Kisses'.
When the 'Big White God' (fridge) was opened she would go crazy, wheaking at us for her stash of veggies & salad in the fridge.
If someone started chopping she would know whether it was food for her or food for us, & if it WAS food for her she would wheak so loudly that you could hear her from anywhere in the house (even from the top of the garden!) & run around in her cage like a mad woman, getting really excited.
She could smell someone eating an apple a mile off & would purr & chatter until you gave her a chunk.
She would wheak along when we played 'Singstar' (a karaoke game on the Playstation).
She would also sit at whichever end of the cage I was closest to & follow me the length of her cage if I moved anywhere.
She also put a smile on my face if I was feeling down, almost as if she knew something was up & would nudge my hand telling me to fuss her.
We used to giggle at how when she stood on her back legs it looked as if she was wearing a white pair of 'trousers' & that she resembled a big bison, chewing on her grass & hay.
She has left a massive void in our lives.
At least now she will be free of pain forever & be reunited with Shambo & Bubbles.
Baby Roo, If love could have saved you you would have lived forever.
Sleep well beautiful girl x
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