|Birth: ||Jan. 20, 2004|
|Death: ||Jan. 22, 2009|
Pippin was my beloved guinea pig that I got in the third grade after my other guinea pig, Ramona, passed away. Pipster was really funny; he would go inside his plastic pink dome and stick his head out like a turtle. He would popcorn dance, a.k.a. jumping around like a maniac. He was soft and his coat was a rich black with gold tips. Pipperz was big and fat and loved life. I brought him home from a pet store where he was in a large bin with other guinea pigs and rabbits. The other guinea pigs were picking on him and biting his ears; Pippin was the littlest and the youngest. He wasn't very big and fat then. So of course I chose the smallest guinea pig and we took him home that very day. I was 8 years old and I had just recently seen The Lord of the Rings, and Pippin and Merry were my favorites. But Pippin was the better one in my mind, so that was how Pippy got his name. He was so funny because he got very fat all at once and his head seemed way too big.
Pippin was sweet. He would "love nibble" you and every time you scratched a spot on his back, he would always have to chew something. He would purr and coo and wheet a lot. In 2006 we got 2 more guinea pigs, twin baby girls, named Rachel and Margarita. Pippin loved them very much, and the twins loved him back. Pretty soon both the girls has babies but they were born dead.
My cats never seemed very interested in Pippin. They would look disgusted and pretend he wasn't there. But Pippin didn't seem to mind.
In late 2008 we got a bunny, Willie. He never really saw Pippin much but the girls loved him, and if the girls love him, Pippin automatically does.
Pretty soon Pippin got old. His eyes were droopy and he wasn't as fat anymore. But he was still active and popcorned.
Then one day, as I got home from dance, I saw my mother and she said "I am afraid we have a dying guinea pig." She had poor Pip in a brown towel, and every now and then he would twitch and my mom said it was his heart failing. I wept so much, and I took Pippin from my mom and held him in the towel and petted him. I read him stories. I talked to him. Then Grey's Anatomy came on and the episode was called "Stairway to Heaven". I looked down and I noticed Pippin was yawning. Then, after his second yawn, he didn't move, and I knew he had taken his last breath in my arms. I held him for another good 30 minutes before we finally placed him in a box to be buried.
RIP Pippin. I love you. ~ Pippin's mommy~
Specifically: Buried in backyard
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Originally Created by: Marie K
Record added: Jan 23, 2009
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