Two weeks ago my beautiful little cavy p^^ed over the Bridge. I'm heartbroken, I feel unbelieveably guilty that I didn't do everything I could for him. He was so ill, and I was going to bring him to a vet as soon as I could, which was in the morning. In the end all I could do was make him comfortable, give him hay, let him rest on a towel .... My little one p^^ed in my arms and I cried for hours into the night .... His name was Hazel, he was a rescue, and he was beautiful. He was only two and a half. I just feel so terrible about it all, he died so quickly. I know once piggies get sick they go very quickly, but this quickly? So soon? I thought he would be with me for a few more years. I guess not. I tried to give him everything I could give him. I loved him and I know he loved me. I'll miss him so much ....
I'll miss his long, curly golden fur, his deep ruby eyes, his soft piggy lips .... I will miss him ...

My poor little boy ....