Black piggies
Senior Guinea Pig
They said you were troubled and couldn't have cage mates, but you were always a gent to your two girlfriends, who loved you. A sensitive pig, for 3 years we gave you a quiet life. My 10 year old said to friends "don't be noisy, Atticus doesn't like it"
I mothered you to make up for your bad start in life, and you blossomed.I took you for vet checks often, but I didn't weigh you, so didn't catch it early enough when you struggled eating and became unwell. (Or was it the other way around..) You went from the size of a brick to the size of a slightly smaller brick, and I didn't clock it.
The 10 day race for your life was devastating, I kept waking up in panic.
The syringe feeds, meds and dental surgeries weren't turning things around. I have bittersweet memories of you sleeping on me during those night feeds. Closer than we'd ever been, like the middle of the night with a newborn baby, but you were slipping away. You'd given up trying to eat. I remember the last time you responded to your name, you raised your head as if in hope you could eat and this had all been a bad dream, and then seemed to quickly lay your head down in resignation, remembering I couldn't help you. I'd have done anything to heal you at that moment.
On your last day, clumps of your gorgeous hair coming out, I had you PTS. I was so distraught, the vet had tears in his eyes. Bringing you home to say good bye, Shadow frantically nudged you and licked you, trying to wake you up.I'm so sorry I didn't do the one thing that might have saved you. The kind comments from guinea pig lovers on your illness thread really helped.
I wish I could reach you and get you back somehow. But I need to say farewell and God bless, with all our love dear piggy x
and the way he'd walk off like a grand emperor waggling his chunky bum lol x
Please be kind to yourself xx