|Kitchi begging on the edge of|
his cage for a carrot!
Kitchi and I met at This Little Piggy & Me --a guinea pig adoption facility in Cincinnati. My sister was still a student at Miami University and I was a student at the University of Cincinnati. We were both happy guinea pig owners when we were younger and still love the cuddly cavy. Sister found the guinea pig adoption facility online and told me. We were both approved to become new guinea pig owners! I adopted Kitchi on November 8th 2008. He found his way to the adoption facility through a college girl (as told to me through the family that runs the facility) literally stole him from a party because his owners thought it was funny to feed him beer! In his temporary home with This Little Piggy & Me he was given the name Kitchi--which means 'Brave' in the Native American dialect of Algonquin. The little Kitchi was with me through the rest of my time in college but sadly needed to cross over the rainbow bridge on December 23rd 2011. Now he gets to spend the rest of time buried next to my sisters "Piggy" whom Kitchi was very much in love with while they were both alive.
My Grandma Shaw was a big part of my decision to choose the University of Cincinnati. Knowing that my parents already regularly traveled to Cincinnati to see our extended family--always staying at Grandma's house in the process--made the decision feel practical. Grandma's house is a mere 6.9 miles from the center of campus.. I had the opportunity to go to school away from my parents, but still be able to leave campus and see my family easily and at a moments notice.
|Grandma and myself at my high|
school graduation in 2007.
Her decline of sorts began on Easter of 2009. That is the day that she broke (spiral fractured) her femur. From there began other problems including trouble walking, eating, and general loss of strength. She has had two extended hospital visits, each followed by stays in a convalescence center. The end of the end was quick. She celebrated her 88th birthday in October. Less than a week before Christmas she was accepted as an at-home hospice patient. That was a Tuesday. Thursday she was barely conscious. Friday she was peacefully sleeping. Saturday was Christmas Eve. She went peacefully during our traditional White Elephant gift exchange. The game was originally her idea and she loved playing with us every year.
To think of these events on a positive note, Kitchi was securely in my arms at the end and was able to have a happy life filled with treats and carrots with me. Grandma lived a long life, she traveled the world, and was able to be in her own home, her own bed, and surrounded by family when she went. She was, in a way, a Christmas present for family and husband.
I'd like to believe that both Grandma Shaw and Kitchi are going to be with me for a very long time.