Zanzan
Adult Guinea Pig
Beatrice had done very well being an almost eight year old lady, she couldn't hear a thing and had her metacam every day for arthritis. But yesterday it was clear that it was time for her to go. We had a cuddle in front of the TV for a few hours and she dozed until her breathing, and eventually her strong, strong heart stopped.
I don't know where to start when talking about Bea. I have hundreds of stories about my bright, super curious pocket rocket and she was, quite simply, incredible. A vet once said she was the most self assured pig she had ever met. She was nosy beyond belief and would always come to see what I was doing, whether I was wrapping presents, working on the laptop or assembling flat pack furniture. I would always explain what I was doing and she would do a lift of her head as if to say 'oh right, ok'. She was my constant companion while I worked on my masters degree, sitting next to me for hours while I typed away long into the night.
Her passion for chewing dustpans and plastic wrappers knew no bounds and it feels odd that now I have no reason to shout 'get off that bag'.
She is buried in the garden next to her much missed sister Pepper and her bestest friend Merry.
Bea, wherever you are on your new adventures, stop exploring for a moment and listen very carefully. You might just hear me say 'goodnight Beadle Bop'. I love you
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I don't know where to start when talking about Bea. I have hundreds of stories about my bright, super curious pocket rocket and she was, quite simply, incredible. A vet once said she was the most self assured pig she had ever met. She was nosy beyond belief and would always come to see what I was doing, whether I was wrapping presents, working on the laptop or assembling flat pack furniture. I would always explain what I was doing and she would do a lift of her head as if to say 'oh right, ok'. She was my constant companion while I worked on my masters degree, sitting next to me for hours while I typed away long into the night.
Her passion for chewing dustpans and plastic wrappers knew no bounds and it feels odd that now I have no reason to shout 'get off that bag'.
She is buried in the garden next to her much missed sister Pepper and her bestest friend Merry.
Bea, wherever you are on your new adventures, stop exploring for a moment and listen very carefully. You might just hear me say 'goodnight Beadle Bop'. I love you
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What a lovely tribute, she was clearly very special and lived to a fantastic age
