A couple months before Brendan turned 8 years old he asked can I get a guinea pig. Mostly it was due to our other neighbors having two of them so we kept looking in the Heights Pet Store . So then about a week after Brendan's 8th birthday we ended up at the Heights Pet Store as they told us they ended up with some guinea pigs so as we walked into Brendan said he wanted a rabbit, but I told him we got permission to get a guinea pig. So we walked to the guinea pig area saw one piggy staring at us. We picked him and up said "We would like this one!". We asked where did the pet store get this guinea pig the clerk said he was a drop off because the family was moving . So we brought him home and named him Fuzzy.
Fuzzy was always such a hungry pig wheeking for his favorite treats like parsley and so picky at what kind of parsley he got as it had to be the curly kind from a certain farm otherwise he wouldn't eat it! He would gobble up his cucumbers in a matter of minutes. He loved Romaine lettuce. He would be wheeking as soon as you woke up, walked in the door after coming home from the store. He loved snuggling and curling up into a little ball. He also like to chew on Mr. Blackie our almost 12 year old cat fur along with snuggling up with him. He also loved to hide in my 12 yr old son's blanket. He loved licking his fingers while he loved giving me kisses. He was a sweetheart! We don't really know why he died because he did not show symptoms and passed away shortly after a visit to the vet. The vet said he had fluid in his lungs so more likely she assumed it was pneumonia but it may have been the start of CHF which we believed could have been helped.
It has been really hard living without him. It seems a little better as we move forward through the weeks; it has been almost a month since his passing. It was just so sudden and so unexpected. For a while I blamed myself thinking I should have known earlier that he was sick. I miss him running around the pillows! But sadly guinea pigs hide illness as a survival mechanism so the prey don't get them . It has been hard for Brendan to los him. We did a balloon release for him and got a Christmas memorial ornament that says Love U Fuzzy. Brendan was thrilled about the ornament as in Happy n Sad at the same time as we both miss that sweet piggy as he had so many nicknames for him like Fuzzy Buns, Fuzzy Nuzzy, Piggy Pig Pig ..
The Story of Buttercup
Buttercup came into my life at a time when I was in deep despair. I had been struggling with a loss of a life long friendship. My sister wanted me to go for a drive to a nearby farm; I reluctantly agreed to go with her. We arrived at the farm and there was a little goat kid, about 5 months old. She was so cute and when I seen her it was the first time in what seemed like forever that I felt joy in my heart. For a little goat she had a huge presence, full of joy and love of life. Without even considering what I would have to arrange to keep a goat I bought her on the spot and brought her home the same day.
Buttercup was full of life, she was mischievous and often got herself in the way of whatever was going on, but even at these times she made me smile and brought so much joy into my life. She became my companion in everything I did around the farm. She was with me when I did my morning and evening barn chores, she was there when I was splitting and stacking firewood, and often at meal times I would look out my kitchen window and she would be standing there looking in at us. I know she would have loved to come into the house and, without my husbands awareness, I would secretly let her in for a few minutes every once in a while. I never knew a goat could be such a loyal friend.
Buttercup was very affectionate, she would come to me and I would scratch her head on her favorite place just behind her horns. She would greet me when I come home from work with little bleats and run to my car. She would look into my eyes with such kindness; there was not a mean bone in this little body of hers. She warmed my heart so much; I never thought I could love a little animal like this. She was so full of love, love of life, love of all the other animals on our farm. She was with me for 6 months, but in those short 6 months she has brought me so much joy and love at a time in my life when I felt joy and love was next to impossible. Buttercup will always have a very special place in my heart. Our farm will never be the same without her, for a little goat she had an immense spirit.
The Story of Christian
Christian would seem like any other hamster, he slept a lot, ate quite a bit, and I constantly had to clean his cage; but to me, he was special. Our whole life together started three and a half years ago when I decided I wanted to commit to a pet that would be my very own. I didn't want to start with a cat or a dog, I wanted to start small, so I decided on a hamster. I spent weeks looking up care for hamsters and decided to go and find the right one.. I walked into my favorite pet store and went straight for the hamster area, because I knew that I already wanted a panda bear hamster.. I looked around for a bit and most of them just seemed so lazy, but then I saw him.. He was running around, running on the wheel, so full of energy, he was perfect. One of the people warned me he was a biter, but I didn't care... He was the one. So I brought him home.
It took a couple months but we finally broke him of biting. He loved running around in his ball and I had a blast watching him. Christian was such a wild explorer, I just knew he was the perfect little hamster for me.. He's been through multiple moves with me, from one state to another, and from city to city. He was there through it all. Through the heart break and the worry. At one point I couldn't afford for him to live with me, so he stayed with my mom for quite a bit. I moved somewhere safe, and got a job, and he was finally home with me. He was finally back with his mom.
I had him back for about six months, and all of those six months I cherished him, I loved him, and I spoiled him rotten with his favorite treats everyday. I cleaned his cage and I watched him run around all the time. Slowly, he stopped being so energetic, and one day I went to feed him a treat but he wouldn't touch it. I knew something was wrong. I rushed him to the closest exotic pet veterinarian I could find and waited in agony to find out what was wrong with my baby. It turns our he had lumps, possibly cancerous, and he couldn't breathe right without oxygen. One of his organs was enflamed. I couldn't let my baby suffer any longer than he needed to, so I let him go. The hardest part was the goodbye, watching him run around in my hands like his old self again made me start to question my decision. But I knew this healthy moment would not last. Three and a half years, almost four, he was by my side; now he's forever in my heart and I'll always have a piece of him with me. He took a piece of my heart with him, as I took a piece of his. Goodbye is never easy, it always hurts, and I still cry. I may never fully heal, but I will always have the love and time this precious little furbaby gave to me.
I didn't rescue him, he rescued me. I love you Christian, we'll be together again at the rainbow bridge.
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