My favorite Guinea pig, Miss Piggy, died August 17th at the age of 5. He was my best friend, and i loved him. I'll never be able to put him on my head again, or call him and have him respond by looking at me and running. I'll never be able to see him pull the food bowl towards his igloo when he wants to eat, or snuggle with me when i'm on my bed. I'll miss the way he made me feel better whenever i was sad or had a bad day, or when my dad first adopted him from the pet shelter and gave him to me as a birthday present and his cage was near my bed and i stared at him for hours. Or the day when i finally realized he was a boy after one of my other guinea pigs became pregnant for the second time. I'll never sing him the song i wrote for him, or pet his weird looking hair again. But, i'll always remember him, and love him. And i'll try to visit his grave whenever i can... I love you Miss Piggy, i always have, and i always will. Goodbye, Miss Piggy, you will forever be in my heart <3

Love,
Rachel, your best friend, and loving owner and mother



Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep.

Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep.

I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glint on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.

When you wake in the morning hush,
I am the swift, uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.

Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there, I do not sleep.
Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there, I did not die!
Mary Frye (1932)


GOODBYE! <3