I recently lost my favorite guinea pig, Jerry. She died a terrible death and I haven’t been able to talk about it because of terrible guilt.
I have had 3 guinea pigs named Jerry in my life so far. Only the most special piggies get named Jerry. They are female, completely sweet and loving, and have all fallen asleep in my lap.
My first Jerry was my first piggy. She was a peruvian – you know the crazy hairy type where you can’t tell their head from their bum. She was so sweet. I will never forget her. One terrible day she was taken from my backyard. Yes….stolen from me. I was only about 7 years old and I did ask later on if my parents lied and she just passed on but no….she really just dissapeared from a hutch with 2 other pigs in it with her. We have always thought this girl that lived down the street—her brother was a druggy and his friends must have taken her and did god knows what. My poor love Jerry. The coolest piggy in the world.
Jerry number 2 was a silky with a swirl on her head. A total sweet doll. She was my best friend in my Jr. High days. She passed on of old age. She also fell asleep on my lap and always coo’d me for pets.
Jerry the third. Jerry was a present from my boyfriend. I did not have a name for her for months until she fell asleep on my lap. From then on she was my Jerry girl. I know it seems odd to name them the same name but to me they were different ….I guess there was enough space in between but still…I wouldnt be able to name another dog Peaches after our late cocker spaniel…..I dont know why I am able to have multiple Jerry’s. I lost my Jerry the third- a few months ago after leaving the aviary door open at night. A raccoon took her out of my life. Poor Chai witnessed the entire thing, after having a cage door smooshed backwards and water bottles and food dishes a mess….my parents thought the cat brought in dead dog parts, since my love Jerry was black and white.
I’ve been living with lots of guilt since then, infact my poor mom has been caring for Chai for the past 2ish months because I cannot go out and face it. I almost put my rabbits out there…….and now look what happened. I killed her. I left the door open at night. I had no idea that would happen. I thought they were safe. I am so irresponsible and stupid. My poor poor Jerry. I now hate raccoons. I look at them out on our deck and just glare at them. If looks could kill they would all fry. They killed a very special family member to me and I hate them for it. I wish they would all just go away.
Dearest Jerry love, I am so sorry for being the worst mom ever and letting you be taken from me in such a cruel way. Please forgive me.