Rochester Piggy
Teenage Guinea Pig
I know this is very late, but my piggy Peanut crossed over the rainbow bridge at 8:17 PM, on December 5th, 2016, after a fight with pneumonia. I still have her sister, Cali, and on Sunday we are bringing her to a rescue for an introduction with another piggy! At exactly 8:17 PM every night, I say a prayer for her. She is buried in my backyard and has a gravestone with her name and pretty rocks in a heart shape around it. I am still very angry with her vet, she gave her an x ray which I believe shortend her lifespan. Looking back, they knew she wasnt going to make it, yet I was charged $300 worth of meds, and none of them we used. They did call the next day to check on her, and I was at Starbucks at the time. I just broke down bawling and completely lost my craving for a Frappuchino. I can't go back to that Starbucks location without crying. I know I'm crazy, but please no hate, she was my baby and I loved her so much. I have 3 framed pictures of her in my room, and several hundred more on a hard drive. She had a beautiful, red, silky coat and big, curious eyes. I miss how she'd fuss when I picked her up, how she'd crawl behind my neck and hide under my hair during cuddle time. Now, for 3 months, I have only 4 times gone for 24 hours without thinking Cali is dying. I usually weigh her daily (nothing abnormal), have nightmares where she dies, and use around 80% of my phone battery daily searching things up if she sneezes once, or pees in the wrong place, or has one abnormal poop. When I wake up my first thought is "Is Cali alive?!?!" I poke her when she's sleeping to make sure she's breathing. Is this all normal? RIP my sweet baby girl. Momma loves you and always will.