I thought i'd do a little thread to commemorate my most recently lost guinea pigs, Tigger.
Tigger was adopted from a girl who had become overrun with baby guinea pigs; she bought a boy and girl who had a litter of girls, and the father mated with all four of them resulting in a lot of baby pigs looking for homes. Tigger was the smallest pig there, obviously the runt of a huge littler. As soon as I held her, I knew I had to offer her a home. She was intended to be a companion for my guinea pig Bing, but Bing didn't take to her at all and after much effort I decided it would be best if the two ended up living in cages side by side. Quite happy little neighbours it turns out =]
A nurse at our vets who had also adopted a pig from the girl approached us and asked if we would consider taking her as she'd had the same problem introducing the baby to her current pigs. Turns out the baby was almost the spitting image of Tigger =] most people could never tell them apart!
So here are some pics-
With her baby sister Matilda. Tigger is on the left <3
doing what all pigs do best =]
soggy bathtime pig <3
more snacks
my lovely girl <3
after Bing and Matilda died, Tigger lived happily on her own. I did worry that she'd pine, and I still lived with my parents who wouldn't allow me to adopt another guinea pig to keep her company. However we moved her cage into the kitchen so she could be around us all the time, and I spent a lot of time with her; she was always cheery and happy and never went off her food.
Tigger was honestly one of the sweetest, most laid back and loving guinea pig I've ever owned. She lived to the grand old age of five and a half; she began to go off her food and, on taking her to the vets, we discovered she had a tumour that was inoperable. The vet gave us a few days before they were going to put her down, and the day before she was due to go in I took her out on the lawn and sat with her for an hour or two. I was in London on the day so my parents took her for me, and I can honestly say that even though I wasn't at the vets, I managed to say goodbye to her and remember her when she was happiest- surrounded by grass and sunshine. She didn't even loose weight, although her fur became a bit worn- she looked like a well-loved teddy bear.
After the traumatic death of her sister who suffered a stroke and died in my arms, I was still heartbroken to loose Tigger. I have loved all my guinea pigs and each has their own place in my heart, but Tigger was a pig I really felt I connected with. I still miss her greatly.
RIP Tig Tog <3
thanks for reading.
Tigger was adopted from a girl who had become overrun with baby guinea pigs; she bought a boy and girl who had a litter of girls, and the father mated with all four of them resulting in a lot of baby pigs looking for homes. Tigger was the smallest pig there, obviously the runt of a huge littler. As soon as I held her, I knew I had to offer her a home. She was intended to be a companion for my guinea pig Bing, but Bing didn't take to her at all and after much effort I decided it would be best if the two ended up living in cages side by side. Quite happy little neighbours it turns out =]
A nurse at our vets who had also adopted a pig from the girl approached us and asked if we would consider taking her as she'd had the same problem introducing the baby to her current pigs. Turns out the baby was almost the spitting image of Tigger =] most people could never tell them apart!
So here are some pics-

With her baby sister Matilda. Tigger is on the left <3



doing what all pigs do best =]

soggy bathtime pig <3


more snacks

my lovely girl <3
after Bing and Matilda died, Tigger lived happily on her own. I did worry that she'd pine, and I still lived with my parents who wouldn't allow me to adopt another guinea pig to keep her company. However we moved her cage into the kitchen so she could be around us all the time, and I spent a lot of time with her; she was always cheery and happy and never went off her food.
Tigger was honestly one of the sweetest, most laid back and loving guinea pig I've ever owned. She lived to the grand old age of five and a half; she began to go off her food and, on taking her to the vets, we discovered she had a tumour that was inoperable. The vet gave us a few days before they were going to put her down, and the day before she was due to go in I took her out on the lawn and sat with her for an hour or two. I was in London on the day so my parents took her for me, and I can honestly say that even though I wasn't at the vets, I managed to say goodbye to her and remember her when she was happiest- surrounded by grass and sunshine. She didn't even loose weight, although her fur became a bit worn- she looked like a well-loved teddy bear.
After the traumatic death of her sister who suffered a stroke and died in my arms, I was still heartbroken to loose Tigger. I have loved all my guinea pigs and each has their own place in my heart, but Tigger was a pig I really felt I connected with. I still miss her greatly.
RIP Tig Tog <3
thanks for reading.