He came at 2:00 and looked at her. He said that it might have been Scurvy. Maya's front legs were hurting. He gave her a Vitamin C injection and something happened. She wasn't moving and her heart wasn't beating. Not once. The Vet said that he might have shocked her a bit. Poor girl.
Guinea pigs usually live 5-7 years. But God chose to take Maya into His arms. She's safe in Heaven. If animals do go to Heaven that is. But Maya was special to us. It's hard for me to grieve over a loved pet.
Once I had only one guinea pig.
When I got Inca at a pet shop I found out that she was in the cage with two male guinea pigs. I brought her home and one morning I heard a squeal from her. Sure, guinea pigs oink, squeal and all that but this was different. I saw two other figures in her little house. I called my dad and my family and I checked it out. They thought it might be mice but we saw two Adorable baby guinea pigs with new mama Inca.
One of them, a boy, we named Aztec. The other, a girl, we named Maya. Aztec was all black with a little white on the tip of his nose. Maya was black and white.
We used to clean the guinea pig cage and take the guinea pigs outside to eat some fresh grass. Well, I guess we left them out a little too long. Aztec's black fur attracted the sun's rays and eventually was too hot. Too hot to live anymore.
We buried him in a cardboard box in the backyard. Someday I hope to go back to that house and see his grave.
Now I only have one precious piggy. I thought of myself as a Mom and Grandma. Inca was my baby and Maya and Aztec were my grandpigs. Now my grandpigs are gone and I'm grieving for my newly lost one.
I made this my laptop's desktop photo.
Sweet little Maya.
Inca and Maya together. They were always
so sweet and cute. Now only one. Sniff.
I'll miss little Maya dearly. My last grandpig and not here anymore. My exotic babies. My little cuddly piggies. Learn to go on with Life without forgetting a loved one. Even a family pet.