Who would have thought that 3 days after I simply intended to donate Kirby’s items after his passing that I’d be volunteering for that same rescue! And on top of that, I didn’t think I’d already have a pig from there as well!
When Kirby passed away just over a week ago, I never thought I’d be able to open my heart or home to another piggy. Kirby was my first Guinea pig and I figured he’d be the last because he was so special.
I fell in love with Sammie at AZ Piggie Poo Rescue on Friday and I had such a connection with him, that I was in front of the rescue 30 minutes before they opened yesterday so I could make him my own. The previous evening I had gotten approved to adopt him and I was so excited that I couldn’t sleep.
After an amazing adoption experience, I drove 45 minutes home with Sammie. As soon as I walked in the door, I was bombarded by a herd of wild animals wanting to see who was in the carrier. Okay…maybe not wild animals, but MY animals…which pretty much makes them wild.
Wynston was beside himself. He wouldn’t stop crying. Not only was he crying but he was crying loudly, almost to the point of howling. When I took a moment to assess the situation, I began to wonder if he thought Kirby was home at last!
Not so much, my dearest Wyn, but I did bring you home a new brother! Matt and I got Sammie settled in to his new fantastic space. I bought brand new EVERYTHING for Sammie since I donated my leftover items. The rescue offered my items back but I told them I’d rather them keep the items and I would purchase new from them to support the rescue.
Sammie was an instant hit with our kids. Khloee, Wynston and Sadie surrounded the cage, curious and crying. They all grew up around Kirby so to see a new piggy must have been terribly exciting!
I decided to introduce Wynston and Sammie one on one. Sammie didn’t seem scared and he’s so laid back that I figured it’d be alright. Well, that made Wynston’s day. I don’t remember the last time I saw him that genuinely happy. He’s a happy boy but wow, the excitement he displayed was indescribable. At that moment, I knew I made the right choice in adopting Sammie. Wyn and Sammie kissed, played and hopped around together. It was an instant bond.
Since Kirby’s passing, Sadie has been displaying signs of depression setting in. She’s back to howling and slinking around the house. It didn’t take long for Sadie to realize that she has a new brother. There was an introduction between Sadie and Sammie and it was fantastic. Sammie immediately took to Sadie, as she put her paw around him and licked his head, almost to say “Welcome home brother. Mom will give you a good life.”
Emotional. Seeing my animals react to one another is what makes my world go round. I caught Sadie sleeping next to Sammie’s cage yesterday and she’s next to him as we speak. Not only has adopting Sammie brought new hope and joy into my life, but it’s done the same for my other animals which is the most important of all!
I have created a new page in memory of Kirby and dedicated to all things Guinea pig. Check it out here!
Gosh, this past week has been crazy. A week ago today, Kirby died in my arms. And what’s weird is that around 2pm today (the time Kirby passed last Friday), I was holding a new Guinea pig in my arms.
The morning Kirby passed, I had purchased new bedding, food and hay. Instead of returning it, I thought I’d find a guinea pig rescue to donate the items. I found ONE small animal rescue in the greater Phoenix valley, about 45 minutes from my house.
In the pouring rain, I packed up the car with the items and made the trip out to AZ Piggie Poo Rescue. When I walked in, I was greeted by the wonderful owner and a volunteer. Talk about the nicest people in the world. But better yet, I was greeted by the squeaks of guinea pigs surrounding me and it was music to my ears!
As I was handing over my donation, I was telling the owner my story of Kirby and what happened a week ago. She was absolutely amazed and immediately said “No pressure, but I have someone I want you to meet. I think he’d be a perfect fit for your situation.”
Oh dear God.
Of course, I didn’t deny meeting the little guy. When they brought him out to me, there was an instant connection. At that moment I felt so happy. I know Kirby was with me, letting me know that it’s okay to open my heart and home to another piggy.
The little boy’s name is Sammy. He’s about 2 years old and full of personality. He was squeaking so loud out of happiness and a few times he would just stare at me. Our souls connected. I was petting and tickling him, and he would purr and squeak some more. The owner and volunteer were stunned at our connection.
I can’t stop thinking about Sammy. It’s only been a week since Kirby passed and I never thought I’d be able to have another pig again because Kirby meant so much to me.
When I got home, I filled out the adoption application immediately. Something tells me I’m going to be making a trip out there tomorrow morning…I’m so in love.
Last week when I drove Kirby to the vet, I knew he wouldn’t be coming home with me. But I also didn’t think about the fact that the next time Kirby would be in the car, he’d be in the form of ashes.
I opted for a private cremation, no questions asked. I even had him cremated with the blankets that I brought him to the vet in. Cost wasn’t an issue, and it actually ended up only costing $80.
Today I got the phone call that Kirby’s ashes were ready to be picked up. Deeeeep breaths. I’ve cried a lot this past week and I really didn’t feel like crying anymore but I went straight out the door to pick up my piggy.
When Matt and I got to the vet’s office, the receptionist opened up a cabinet filled with beautiful gift bags, adorned with name tags and ribbon. As she looked through the bags for my Kirby, I said “Wow, guess I’m not the only one going through this.” It’s probably a daily occurrence for her.
She blessed us with her sympathies and I thanked the ladies for being so wonderful and making this process the easiest it could possibly be.
I didn’t cry. I was relieved and felt peace. My Kirby is back where he belongs…with me.
Ever since Wynston was about 6 months old, he’s had an issue with coughing. At first, the vet thought perhaps it was just due to getting acclimated to the air outside of the puppy mill. As time went on, the vet thought maybe he had a collapsed trachea, as it’s common in small breed dogs. Well, Wynston’s coughing got progressively worse as time passed. The episodes of honking and coughing went from once a week, to multiple times a day over three years. Thankfully I’ve come up with a home remedy to treat tracheal collapse in dogs, and now his episodes are rare.