I originally got Lola to give my current guinea, Ziva, a cagemate and friend. However, I quickly fell in love. She was a beautiful, friendly (yet somewhat spunky), extremely funny and vocal little girl.
I am still in shock. Saturday I woke to find her sprawled out in the cage. She passed away a mere 4 hours later that day, despite the vet's best efforts to give her a fighting chance. I still don't understand how she got so sick so quickly.
Every day I find something else I miss about her.
-Her high-pitched squeak everytime she heard the crackle of a bag, because she was just SURE it was a treat for her.
-Her absolute fearlessness toward people when there was food involved.
-How cute she looked (almost like she was smiling) with a piece of romaine in her mouth.
-The hilarious way she would DIVE INTO the hayrack and just wallow in the hay.
-The way she brought Ziva out of her shell, and how they would "talk" and play together.
-The guinea pig trains she would lead across my bedroom floor.
-Her absolute downy-soft fur.
-The shape of her ears, and the gleam in her eyes which made her absolutely perfectly beautiful.
I will miss her deeply. There will never be another pig like her. And I know that Ziva will her too.
My only two joys are in her memory, and in knowing how much joy she is bringing over the Rainbow Bridge.
I never got to take her picture (among my regrets ) But this lovely guinea is almost a twin of my lovely Lola.
I am still in shock. Saturday I woke to find her sprawled out in the cage. She passed away a mere 4 hours later that day, despite the vet's best efforts to give her a fighting chance. I still don't understand how she got so sick so quickly.
Every day I find something else I miss about her.
-Her high-pitched squeak everytime she heard the crackle of a bag, because she was just SURE it was a treat for her.
-Her absolute fearlessness toward people when there was food involved.
-How cute she looked (almost like she was smiling) with a piece of romaine in her mouth.
-The hilarious way she would DIVE INTO the hayrack and just wallow in the hay.
-The way she brought Ziva out of her shell, and how they would "talk" and play together.
-The guinea pig trains she would lead across my bedroom floor.
-Her absolute downy-soft fur.
-The shape of her ears, and the gleam in her eyes which made her absolutely perfectly beautiful.
I will miss her deeply. There will never be another pig like her. And I know that Ziva will her too.
My only two joys are in her memory, and in knowing how much joy she is bringing over the Rainbow Bridge.
I never got to take her picture (among my regrets ) But this lovely guinea is almost a twin of my lovely Lola.