PopcornPigs
Adult Guinea Pig
I never know where to begin when it comes to saying goodbye, there is always too many memories, too many stories and feelings.
Terry began his journey by joining my household when I was just 16. I had already started my guinea pig loving journey as I had Doris who had surprisingly given birth weeks after we took her home. She had given birth to a little baby boy, who was named Dillon.
Dillon had to be separated from his mummy when he was young, and he needed a friend. My Mum and Dad came home one day with a little baby Terry.
(Terry peeking out behind Dill)
Terry and Dillon lived together for a short while until Dillon passed away. He lived a short life and we never found out why.
Shortly afterwards, Terry was frequently brought inside to run around and have fun. He was always a lively friendly guinea pig. Here is a short video I made of him at this time:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RFkzjY1cLyo
He was eventually moved indoors permanently, and him and Doris were caged next to eachother for company. Terry has always been a happy pig, taking life as it comes - always seemed to be smiling.
As time went by, Doris got a friend named Annie and finally, Terry got his everlasting buddy known as ... George.
Terry was like George's uncle, always looking over him, making sure he was well behaved and brought up right.
In the beginning, they were little and large.
They were soon inseparable and would squeak whenever the other was out of site. As George grew, he tried his luck with dominance however Terry always won.
Terry was always so cheeky, whenever he had free roam he'd trot around and find naughty places to hide. Once, I lost him for 10 minutes and discovered him hiding in a fabric tube within piggy storage under the desk.. naughty Terry!
Sadly, Terry suffered from repeating UTIs. He was a strong pig though. Towards the end of last year he encountered a rather nasty infection where his weight plummeted and we almost lost him, but due to quick veterinary care and hand feeding he pulled through.
Terry has struggled to gain his weight since, and when he started squeaking again from pain I feared the worst for my baby. He lost more weight, and despite antibiotics and extra love.. the heat, his age, the pain... it all got too much and on the morning of Wednesday 24.07, Terry lay down for his last breath as his heart slowed to a stop. I wasn't there, but my mum and his dear friend George were there to say goodbye.
It has been very different without my 'little old man' trotting about, with his funny eating habits and love of nose rubs. I hope you are in peace with Doris and Dillon. I know that George is missing you very much, and so am I and Daddy.
Love you Terry
RIP
Terry began his journey by joining my household when I was just 16. I had already started my guinea pig loving journey as I had Doris who had surprisingly given birth weeks after we took her home. She had given birth to a little baby boy, who was named Dillon.
Dillon had to be separated from his mummy when he was young, and he needed a friend. My Mum and Dad came home one day with a little baby Terry.
(Terry peeking out behind Dill)
Terry and Dillon lived together for a short while until Dillon passed away. He lived a short life and we never found out why.
Shortly afterwards, Terry was frequently brought inside to run around and have fun. He was always a lively friendly guinea pig. Here is a short video I made of him at this time:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RFkzjY1cLyo
He was eventually moved indoors permanently, and him and Doris were caged next to eachother for company. Terry has always been a happy pig, taking life as it comes - always seemed to be smiling.
As time went by, Doris got a friend named Annie and finally, Terry got his everlasting buddy known as ... George.
Terry was like George's uncle, always looking over him, making sure he was well behaved and brought up right.
In the beginning, they were little and large.
They were soon inseparable and would squeak whenever the other was out of site. As George grew, he tried his luck with dominance however Terry always won.
Terry was always so cheeky, whenever he had free roam he'd trot around and find naughty places to hide. Once, I lost him for 10 minutes and discovered him hiding in a fabric tube within piggy storage under the desk.. naughty Terry!
Sadly, Terry suffered from repeating UTIs. He was a strong pig though. Towards the end of last year he encountered a rather nasty infection where his weight plummeted and we almost lost him, but due to quick veterinary care and hand feeding he pulled through.
Terry has struggled to gain his weight since, and when he started squeaking again from pain I feared the worst for my baby. He lost more weight, and despite antibiotics and extra love.. the heat, his age, the pain... it all got too much and on the morning of Wednesday 24.07, Terry lay down for his last breath as his heart slowed to a stop. I wasn't there, but my mum and his dear friend George were there to say goodbye.
It has been very different without my 'little old man' trotting about, with his funny eating habits and love of nose rubs. I hope you are in peace with Doris and Dillon. I know that George is missing you very much, and so am I and Daddy.
Love you Terry
RIP
