PiggieMamaKelly
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Cavy Slave
- Joined
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- Joined
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I feel like writing a tribute to my sweet girl who passed away last Thursday. I don’t mind if not a soul reads this; I just want to put my love out into space in case she’s able to feel it, and maybe for a little closure. I will miss her more than she would ever be able to know. She was my first guinea pig and the most irreplaceable thing I’ve ever lost.
I took her from my little brother who begged me to take her from him because he was sick of taking care of her. She was fat and lazy and I only took her because I felt sorry for her. My brother could not remember the last time he had held her, and she lived in the smallest petstore cage I’ve seen. I found Cavy Cages almost immediately and built a C&C, tried to bond her to a friend, started feeding her well, etc. She went from fat and boring, to curious, lively and became quite beautiful as a thinner pig. It is a testament to her spirit that I got four more pigs after her, and have fallen in love with guinea pigs as pets. I used to want a dog so badly, but my husband is allergic. I would get depressed to think of living my whole life without a dog in my home, and thought I couldn’t survive. Now, because of Mama, I don’t EVER want a dog!! I love pigs too much to share my time!
Mama was 4 years old when I brought her home, and she began to show signs of aging at around 5. She took on more of a waddle than a walk, and soon we had to take away her second story because she had too much trouble getting up and down. She even got gray hairs. Eventually she began a gradual weight loss, which rapidly increased four or five months ago. This winter her body just gave out on her, and she withered down to fur and bones until her time just ran out. She was a few months shy of 7 years old when she died, and what I wouldn’t give for 7 more years with her!
I will never forget her love of people (and hatred of pigs!). My friends would marvel at how calm she was, always wanted to hold her and compared her to a little dog. When all other pigs scrambled to escape the dust buster, Mama would stay put and I would have to pick her up to vacuum under her. Her favorite pastimes were waddling through her 12-pack coke box again and again, and pulling the other pigs’ hair through the grids. My fondest recent memory of her was early December when we had warm weather. I took her out back with me and let her munch on grass a few times. When she got full she waddled over to me and crawled under my blanket, cuddling up to me and falling asleep.
I will miss you old girl!!
I took her from my little brother who begged me to take her from him because he was sick of taking care of her. She was fat and lazy and I only took her because I felt sorry for her. My brother could not remember the last time he had held her, and she lived in the smallest petstore cage I’ve seen. I found Cavy Cages almost immediately and built a C&C, tried to bond her to a friend, started feeding her well, etc. She went from fat and boring, to curious, lively and became quite beautiful as a thinner pig. It is a testament to her spirit that I got four more pigs after her, and have fallen in love with guinea pigs as pets. I used to want a dog so badly, but my husband is allergic. I would get depressed to think of living my whole life without a dog in my home, and thought I couldn’t survive. Now, because of Mama, I don’t EVER want a dog!! I love pigs too much to share my time!
Mama was 4 years old when I brought her home, and she began to show signs of aging at around 5. She took on more of a waddle than a walk, and soon we had to take away her second story because she had too much trouble getting up and down. She even got gray hairs. Eventually she began a gradual weight loss, which rapidly increased four or five months ago. This winter her body just gave out on her, and she withered down to fur and bones until her time just ran out. She was a few months shy of 7 years old when she died, and what I wouldn’t give for 7 more years with her!
I will never forget her love of people (and hatred of pigs!). My friends would marvel at how calm she was, always wanted to hold her and compared her to a little dog. When all other pigs scrambled to escape the dust buster, Mama would stay put and I would have to pick her up to vacuum under her. Her favorite pastimes were waddling through her 12-pack coke box again and again, and pulling the other pigs’ hair through the grids. My fondest recent memory of her was early December when we had warm weather. I took her out back with me and let her munch on grass a few times. When she got full she waddled over to me and crawled under my blanket, cuddling up to me and falling asleep.
I will miss you old girl!!
