I'm sad to say that our little guinea pig, Phoebe, passed away this morning. She had been acting a bit off lately, making some sad sounds the last week. We've been checking up on her often this week, giving her extra cuddle time, and when she was with one of us, she seemed fine. We gave her a bath just last night, and she was cooing happily drying off in my wife's arms. Going back to her cage, she'd start her sad sounds again. It seemed to us she was lonely more than sick or hurt. Still, we had been talking that if her mood didn't improve this week, we were going to call our vet. And yet, we woke up this morning and she had passed.
Phoebe was one of three piggies we rescued some five years ago. She joins her sister's Paige and Piper over the rainbow bridge. If I could ask a favor of the board, take a moment to lit a candle for our last little piggy.