It’s with a heavy heart that I tell you Princess Piggy Poo has taken her final adventure over the rainbow bridge. Five years is such a short time to have precious pet. But in that time Princess Piggy Poo lived a guinea pig lifetime. She seemed to be a happy little cavy with a big personality. She was oh-so soft and thoroughly adorable. I’ll sure miss her chatty, curious spirit.
Almost five years ago, I remember looking at baby guinea pigs at the pet store with my friend Mariam. She told me that I should adopt Princess Piggy Poo because she may bring me good luck — and she did. At that time, I was unemployed and now I have a successful business. Princess Piggy Poo and I were lucky too, in that my working from home gave us a ton of time together. We had our daily routines and favorite habits that became second nature. It’s been odd to navigate a new normal.
I knew for awhile that Princess Piggy Poo had an enlarged heart and I hoped that giving her heart medicine would extend her life. But as my grandmother used to “God has a book. Next to the day you’re born, He writes down the day you will die. It doesn’t matter what you’re doing on that day, it’s your time.”
The only negative about having a pet is that it will die. Even though I did my best by Princess Piggy Poo — she was loved, cared for and revered in this blog — and that we had years of joy together, it’s still heartbreaking to say goodbye.