Some people are cat or dog people. Others of us, are slaves to guinea pigs. I am unequivocally one of the latter. This blog is here as my testament to my willing enslavement to these small, snuggly balls of fur, that have so much personality and have brought me so much joy.
This is a blog about my experience with specific pigs, and a place to put the memories of my small friends who are no longer here to demand my obedience.
It is also my method of coping with their loss, and a vehicle to share the new adventures of my current herd.
This blog is for Brownie, the first pig I ever had. it's also for Licorice and Schrapnel- the two brothers I had years later, and for Connor the most lovable crotchety old man pig who ever Hmmphed.
And most of all, it's for Voltaire, who I lost almost three weeks ago to a heart attack.
This blog is here because I never forget my little friends. I cope, I move ahead, but I don't forget.
Thank you for blogging about your pigs! I came to know and love Connor and Voltaire through twitter and I'm glad to read more about them
ReplyDeleteMy husband and I also miss Captain Oatmeal. (I read your tweets out load to him during our morning commute.) My favorite picture of Voltaire was the one where you had arrows pointing every which way showing how to brush his hair. :-)
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