Princess_Harriet
Junior Guinea Pig
Snickerdoodle, I can't believe I'm writing this so soon.
We adopted you to be a friend for Sylvia on March 16 this year. Harriet had just passed away, leaving Sylvia all alone. We went to all the rescues around trying to find a piggy, with no luck. Things weren't looking great when I got a call from a rescue. They had just gotten in a young female guinea pig, who was rescued from a pet mill. We drove over to meet you, and it was love at first sight. I knew you were the one we wanted, so I filled out the papers right there and brought you home. Sylvia has always been a submissive piggy, but it was still a shock to see you showing dominance to Sylvia and Sylvia submitting, during the introduction.
You and Sylvia quickly bonded, and I barely ever saw you two without each other. Whether it was you wheeking extra loud to make up for Sylvia's quiet voice, or Sylvia showing you how to sneak under the couch during floor time, you two were inseparable.
But about a week ago, I noticed you weren't your usual cheerful, bouncy self. I brought you into the vet, where we discovered that you had overgrown teeth and pneumonia.
You were so good, taking every dose of medicine and every mouthful of critical care that was offered to you. The vet didn't think you could survive the sedation you would need to get your teeth trimmed, but you did it. You were doing so well until last night. You wouldn't take any critical care or water, and you could barely move. You just wanted to lie in your favorite hammock in the cage. I called the emergency vet and brought you in. Your blood sugar was very low, which indicated you either had cancer or sepsis. Your blood sugar was down so low that there was nothing we could do, you were already on your way out. I made the decision to PTS to make it go quicker. The last thing you ever did was try to crawl from the vets arms into mine. You passed away in my arms, wrapped in your favorite blanket.
You were such a fighter, up to the very end. You didn't let your genetic deformity or any sickness dampen your spirits. I still listen for your cheerful wheek when I bring your favorite veggies into the pig room. It breaks my heart to see Sylvia looking around the cage for you, not knowing why you left her.
You deserved a much longer life than you were given, but I'm grateful for every second I got to spend with you. I'll always love and miss you, Snickerdoodle.
We adopted you to be a friend for Sylvia on March 16 this year. Harriet had just passed away, leaving Sylvia all alone. We went to all the rescues around trying to find a piggy, with no luck. Things weren't looking great when I got a call from a rescue. They had just gotten in a young female guinea pig, who was rescued from a pet mill. We drove over to meet you, and it was love at first sight. I knew you were the one we wanted, so I filled out the papers right there and brought you home. Sylvia has always been a submissive piggy, but it was still a shock to see you showing dominance to Sylvia and Sylvia submitting, during the introduction.
You and Sylvia quickly bonded, and I barely ever saw you two without each other. Whether it was you wheeking extra loud to make up for Sylvia's quiet voice, or Sylvia showing you how to sneak under the couch during floor time, you two were inseparable.
But about a week ago, I noticed you weren't your usual cheerful, bouncy self. I brought you into the vet, where we discovered that you had overgrown teeth and pneumonia.
You were so good, taking every dose of medicine and every mouthful of critical care that was offered to you. The vet didn't think you could survive the sedation you would need to get your teeth trimmed, but you did it. You were doing so well until last night. You wouldn't take any critical care or water, and you could barely move. You just wanted to lie in your favorite hammock in the cage. I called the emergency vet and brought you in. Your blood sugar was very low, which indicated you either had cancer or sepsis. Your blood sugar was down so low that there was nothing we could do, you were already on your way out. I made the decision to PTS to make it go quicker. The last thing you ever did was try to crawl from the vets arms into mine. You passed away in my arms, wrapped in your favorite blanket.
You were such a fighter, up to the very end. You didn't let your genetic deformity or any sickness dampen your spirits. I still listen for your cheerful wheek when I bring your favorite veggies into the pig room. It breaks my heart to see Sylvia looking around the cage for you, not knowing why you left her.
You deserved a much longer life than you were given, but I'm grateful for every second I got to spend with you. I'll always love and miss you, Snickerdoodle.
Snickerdoodle knew she was finally loved even the short time she was with you and Sylvia. Big hugs to both of you. 
