We mourn the passing of Piggywig, a remarkable guinea pig that brought happiness not only to his owners, but to all that knew him.
Piggywig: the little wanderer, gentle chewer of all within the reach of his ever-curious bright-eyed gaze.
Piggywig: creator of poetry, observer life through a rodent's eyes, inspired by a perspective but 4" high.
Piggywig: happy little butterball, his message to us was to slow down, enjoy life, delight in the simple things. Pleasure is not in acquiring, but in being. Happiness is there for the taking, the tasting, the savoring.
Though his life was all too short, he was blessed to have owners that cared for him and cherished him as few cherish their pets. He had the close companionship of furry friends as well, and the love of those who enjoyed reading about his antics and his poetry.
He will be missed; all of us who knew of him feel as if he were part of us; there's a little of Piggywig in all guinea pigs.
Our lives have been touched and brightened by a gentle creature, and the people who loved him. We are glad to know John and Heather, and as we haved shared in their delight of Piggywig, we now share in the sorrow of his loss. No words can express our feelings at this sad time, but the words that voice our feelings best are the words of Piggywig himself.
Here is the poem written for Fizzgig, now a fitting tribute to Piggywig:
Long shadows of a leafy spreading tree
give comfort to the piggies heading past,
and mama pig calls, "Please come home to me.
Your journey's destination's come at last."
The smell of berries red ripe on the vine
is veiled in clover and in baby's breath.
No sadness shall you feel at eventide
for sweet is life when life is after death.
I dreamed a thousand dreams of hope and then
all piggies old shall be made new again.
- In loving memory of Piggywig
Tex Green, 1995
Kim Hanneman, 1995