Pip by Hayley Newsam / Hayley age 11

I’m sure you’ll all think that a guinea pig isn’t much of a pet, unlike a dog, or a cat, that are kept for years, but Pip had a special place in my heart, and when he died, a part of me died with him…

My mum’s friend, Jed, owned two guinea pigs, Yogi, and Booboo, they had baby guinea pigs, so my mum decided to buy two of her. They arrived in a box, and my mum was delighted, so was I. But Pip was the weak guinea pig in the litter, and he only had one eye, so we had to keep checking him to see if he was alright. I called the ginger guinea pig Merlin, and the black one, Pip.

One day I came home from school, I walked into the garden, and my brother came to me, sobbing, he told me the bad news, and I ran upstairs, into my bedroom, and collapsed with sadness onto my bed. “I’ll miss him! I’ll miss him!” I sobbed, but my mum was just as worst. The following night, I sobbed, looking up at the sky, the north star was out, and for the first time I prayed for the good to happen to Pip.

Months went by, and my other guinea pig Merlin, was beginning to get sick, he wouldn’t eat anything, because Pip wasn’t ther to join him. We had to get a new guinea pig, because we didn’t want the bad to happen to Merlin as well, although the new one couldn’t ever replace Pip.
We called the new one Smokey, because he was grey,
and Merlin and Smokey got along well together.

But I’ve made a promise to myself, that I’ll never forget Pip, even though I’ve almost forgotten what he looked like, I know he’s still there
in my heart…


Keep thinking of me in the heavens...
Hayley Newsam