Poor little Tigs died in the night... I got up to a very bare empty corner in the dining room where her cage had been. Gary (my hubby) got up early and buried her in the flower bed not far from her daughter who died a few weeks ago. They were 7 & 8 years old which isnt bad for a guinea. Tig was a young adult when we had her, with a daughter who the kids named (you guessed it) Piglet. Then Tiggy gave birth to 4 lovely minipigs - 3 girls & 1 boy. They all stayed with us, over the last couple of years theyve all gone and Tiggy outived them all. Im glad she wasnt on her own long.
I love this picture, it was taken last summer. Tiggy was doing what she loved doing best - running round the grass with the dogs. We have 2 cocker spaniels who have grown up with guinea pigs & they get on REALLY well with them. She liked to go & sit between their front paws & watch the world go by.
ANyway that enough from me or Im gonna be fed up again. Im off to eat my last piece of plum cake (which really was lovely by the way)