A Little Bit Of Me | Lifestyle Blog by Charnita Fance

On July 15, 2026, my guinea pig Sugar passed away. I already knew it was coming. She had been declining for weeks, and in her last day or two, she couldn't even walk anymore. I wanted to write this down while it was still fresh, partly for me and partly for anyone else out there watching their own senior guinea pig slow down and wondering what's normal and what isn't. Sugar when I first got her: just a ball of fluff! Sugar wasn't just any guinea pig to me. She was Peruvian, which means she had this long, flowing black and white hair that made her look like she had a little mane around her face. She was the most unique-looking piggy I've ever had, and I've had three in my lifetime. She almost made it to 6 years old ( in   August, she would have been 6 years old ). In guinea pig years, that's a full, good life, and I want to share her story along with what I learned about caring for a guinea pig in her final days. This one hits harder than it probably wou...

It's been almost a month since I posted anything here, and honestly, that's not like me. So I wanted to come back and just talk. Not a polished post about a topic, just an actual update on where things stand, because a lot has happened since I went quiet. Losing Adah If you've been following along, you already know I lost Adah on June 6th to GI lymphoma, something that got missed early on before we knew what we were actually dealing with. I wrote the full story here if you want the whole thing, so I won't retell it all again. But I'll say this. It still hurts just as much as it did that first week. Some days, it feels like a bad dream I haven't woken up from yet, like she's just going to come around the corner. I got a small memorial for her that I've got set up now, a little wooden heart that says "No longer by my side, but forever in my heart," hanging above a little glass jar with her collar tucked inside, right next to her picture. ...

I've always been fascinated by near-death experience stories. There's something about hearing that someone died, saw something on the other side, and came back to talk about it that I just can't look away from. Are they really seeing Heaven? What does it look like? What does it feel like to be in the presence of God? When I was offered a free copy of 18 Days in Heaven by Gabe Poirot for review, I said yes immediately. Stories like this always pull me in. Little did I know that by the time I sat down to read it, I'd be walking through some grief of my own. I lost my sweet girl Adah to feline GI lymphoma a few weeks after I said yes to the review, and reading a book about someone who visited Heaven and came back hit differently than I expected. Disclosure: I received this item free in exchange for my honest review. All opinions are 100% my own. ⚡ Key Takeaways ✝️ Gabe Poirot was 20 years old when an electric skateboard accident left him flatlined ...