Goodbye, Muffin

When you’re a pet owner, you always know there will come times like this, when a little soul that you have cared for, cleaned, fed and loved from the moment it left its mother will leave you.  If you’re lucky, your furry (scaly, feathery) companion will leave you after a long, healthy life.  Unfortunately for me in this case, my sweet girl Muffin died on the 22nd of January, at the comparatively “young” age of 4, after several months of treatment for cystitis.


Goodbye, little one.  I will miss your reedy (and sometimes extremely loud!) voice calling for breakfast, your mad hair and your quirky eye patch, your striking “supermodel” looks and diva attitude.  The way that you came to trust me and look to me for reassurance when something upset you, even though you were so suspicious of people when you first arrived.  The way you used to run rough-velvet lips across my cheek and jaw, “kiss” my nose and chin, and stick tickly whiskers in my ear, or sprawl to your fullest extent on my lap.  You were not always an easy guinea pig to handle, but your affection meant all the more because of that.


Mommet misses you too, she keeps looking for you and you’re not there, although I think she knew before any of us just how ill you really were.


Sleep well and without pain, sweet pig.

4 thoughts on “Goodbye, Muffin”

  1. I’m so sorry for your loss. Loosing a beloved pet is heart-breaking in a way that I can’t quite describe — different than losing a beloved human family member, but no less (and maybe more) painful. What a sweet tribute to Muffin.

    1. Thank you. They might be small, but pets leave an astonishingly big gap when they go. Gonna be a while before I stop missing my silly, fluffy Muffin pig.

  2. Oh no, I’m so sorry to read this. 🙁 We just lost our sweet pup a few days before Muffin passed, and I’m still figuring out how to cope. Much love to you, and please be kind to yourself.

    1. Oh, Anne. ***hugs*** So sorry to hear about the passing of your beautiful girl, I’ve admired your photos of her many times and seen a fragment of how much she must have meant to you – and you to her. Dogs come to be so close to us, it’s such a terrible wrench when they have to leave. Thinking of you, hoping you’re taking care of yourself too. <3

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