Pigalig
Junior Guinea Pig
So it's the first time I've looked in the RB section, and got quite teary by others threads - just goes to show how powerful little critters are.
Now it's my turn to remember my first pair:
My little dusty - the runt of the litter and battled with a misalligned jaw for most of your life. You were such a good boy letting me syringe baby food to you all those scores of times, and I knew at 8 years old, when you struggled to eat yet another time, it wasn't fair to make you fight it again. So what if you were a bit dippy sometimes, I never knew why putting the washing out made you sprint around in a frenzy, but you were one in a million.
And Buzz, Dusty's half brother - you spent your life rumbling around after him, but I know full well you didn't actually know why you were doing it. We called you our pretty boy, and you put up with Dusty constantly wanting to snuggle very patiently. At 8 and a half you got some kind of flu, but I'm glad you weren't on your own in your last months, as young Tim made good company for you. When you refused a bean that you loved so much, I listened to what you were telling me and put you in a carrier overnight. You never made it to the vets the next day, but both you and your brother had brilliantly long and happy lives. RIP.
What fun we had
Now it's my turn to remember my first pair:
My little dusty - the runt of the litter and battled with a misalligned jaw for most of your life. You were such a good boy letting me syringe baby food to you all those scores of times, and I knew at 8 years old, when you struggled to eat yet another time, it wasn't fair to make you fight it again. So what if you were a bit dippy sometimes, I never knew why putting the washing out made you sprint around in a frenzy, but you were one in a million.
And Buzz, Dusty's half brother - you spent your life rumbling around after him, but I know full well you didn't actually know why you were doing it. We called you our pretty boy, and you put up with Dusty constantly wanting to snuggle very patiently. At 8 and a half you got some kind of flu, but I'm glad you weren't on your own in your last months, as young Tim made good company for you. When you refused a bean that you loved so much, I listened to what you were telling me and put you in a carrier overnight. You never made it to the vets the next day, but both you and your brother had brilliantly long and happy lives. RIP.
What fun we had
xx
