Just yesterday I lost my precious guinea. Her full name was Notorious PIG, but we called her just "Piggie" for short. Or just Pig.
Yesterday was nacho night, so my boyfriend was cutting up green peppers, cilantro, and even a little tomatillo... all which the pig got to sample. She loves any kind of Mexican food night
She was so happy, running around the cage jumping and begging. After dinner I cleaned her cage, set her up with fresh everything (treat, food, hay, things to chew on... the works). She was again thrilled with this and ran around sampling everything and jumping here and there. She was a little more hyper than usual, actually.
A few hours later I showered, and before I was going to bed I peeked in on her, and she was lying in the corner almost completely still, except her head was moving back and forth in the same motion. I picked her up and she was completely limp. Moments later my boyfriend and I were on the way to the emergency vet (at 4am) where they put her on oxygen and told me they'd do x rays and give her some meds. I was told to come back at 9am. My boyfriend and I went in to see the pig in her little oxygen cage, and gave her a few pets, but she looked so sad.
Twenty minutes later, as we were driving back, they called and said she had passed. We don't really know what killed her, and why she was fine all day and suddenly got sick. I know we'll never know.
Now my apartment is so quiet. No rustling around, squeaks, chirps, water bottle noises or anything. I can't even consider getting another pig because nothing could ever live up to the expectations I would have. Pig gave kisses, always leaned out the cage for pets, she would look at you and respond when you were talking to her... she was a little person. So faithful and sweet.
At the emergency vet, I felt like the doctor and people working there thought I was ridiculous for crying over a guinea pig. Like they just wanted my money and for me to go away. They didn't even sit with me, and were so unsympathetic. But finding this forum makes me feel a little better, because I know there are people out there who feel what I feel. You can't truly appreciate a guinea pig until you have one, I guess. My pig stuck with me through a bad breakup with an abusive boyfriend, meeting my new one, finishing law school, passing the bar exam, and moving to a new city. She was truly my companion, and I did everything I could to make her happy. I feel robbed... she was only 3. Too soon.
She was so beautiful, inside and out, I will never forget her. She changed my life, and will always be a part of me. I miss my little piggie so much.
Yesterday was nacho night, so my boyfriend was cutting up green peppers, cilantro, and even a little tomatillo... all which the pig got to sample. She loves any kind of Mexican food night
She was so happy, running around the cage jumping and begging. After dinner I cleaned her cage, set her up with fresh everything (treat, food, hay, things to chew on... the works). She was again thrilled with this and ran around sampling everything and jumping here and there. She was a little more hyper than usual, actually.A few hours later I showered, and before I was going to bed I peeked in on her, and she was lying in the corner almost completely still, except her head was moving back and forth in the same motion. I picked her up and she was completely limp. Moments later my boyfriend and I were on the way to the emergency vet (at 4am) where they put her on oxygen and told me they'd do x rays and give her some meds. I was told to come back at 9am. My boyfriend and I went in to see the pig in her little oxygen cage, and gave her a few pets, but she looked so sad.
Twenty minutes later, as we were driving back, they called and said she had passed. We don't really know what killed her, and why she was fine all day and suddenly got sick. I know we'll never know.
Now my apartment is so quiet. No rustling around, squeaks, chirps, water bottle noises or anything. I can't even consider getting another pig because nothing could ever live up to the expectations I would have. Pig gave kisses, always leaned out the cage for pets, she would look at you and respond when you were talking to her... she was a little person. So faithful and sweet.
At the emergency vet, I felt like the doctor and people working there thought I was ridiculous for crying over a guinea pig. Like they just wanted my money and for me to go away. They didn't even sit with me, and were so unsympathetic. But finding this forum makes me feel a little better, because I know there are people out there who feel what I feel. You can't truly appreciate a guinea pig until you have one, I guess. My pig stuck with me through a bad breakup with an abusive boyfriend, meeting my new one, finishing law school, passing the bar exam, and moving to a new city. She was truly my companion, and I did everything I could to make her happy. I feel robbed... she was only 3. Too soon.
She was so beautiful, inside and out, I will never forget her. She changed my life, and will always be a part of me. I miss my little piggie so much.
