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It's been more than two weeks now since you crossed the Rainbow bridge, my sweet girl, my Little One. It happened on the New Year's Eve. I miss you so much and I cry every day. I remember the day when we first met: you were so little, just a month-old piggie. You were always smaller than your sister but you were such an adventurous little girl! Always curious and never indifferent to what was going on around. I see you sitting on top of the feeder and munching hay, or climbing on the wooden house to get parsley... Every time I came into the room you met me with your "week-week-week" to get your favorite treat: you always heard the sound when I was opening that bag with crunchy nibbles. I am looking at the cage now, adn nobody is coming to me now when I come to the room. You always liked pulling a piece of cloth into your house to make a little nest: I noticed this and I would always put a piece of cloth for you. I think about the last days I spent with you. That last night you were so weak that you hardly could move around. I thought that you just weakened because you could not get enough food while were gone on the trip; I thought that if I feed you more food, you will get better. I fed you and gave you water with a syringe and then I went to the store an got your favorite treats: watermelon, pears, parsley, corn husk and cucumbers. You ate a little bit of everything but I saw that your chewing was slower. You looked like you were cold, so, I put you on the heating pad and swaddled you in a fleece blanket. I lay down next to you on the floor you and was petting you; you were so skinny, my Little One. I gave you some water with a syringe at night. At some point I thought you were feeling better, so I put some pieces of green lettuce for you, and you moved toward them but did not eat anything. I was with you all night, petting you and keeping your warm. And then I saw that you crossed the Rainbow Bridge... I put you in the cage with your sister Nutmeg to say goodbye. The next day we buried you in our back yard under a tree. It was evening, and the weather was nice. I stroked and kissed you the very last time. In the spring I will plant your favorite dandelions under that tree. I know that now you are running on the sunny meadows covered with green grass and dandelions, and Saint Francis is looking after you. January 31, 2023. December 31, 2023.
The spring is here, March, and - your birthday! The grass is getting green, and soon dandelion will bloom - your favorite! I know you are happy where you are, running around on the green meadows plying with your new friends. I often think of your you. Mommy Please also visit Nutmeg. |
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