|Left to Right: Spicy, Morgan and Rum|
Our Guinea Pigs live in the hall, under a big-old oak side dresser. Every morning they meep hello (and "where's my breakfast") and each time you come in through the front door, they give you happy welcome home (and "did you bring anything back for me") squeaks.
|Morgan and Rum|
They are an affectionate bunch, highly characterful and very soft little creatures. Much more endearing than you might imagine and animals which deserve a lot more care and attention from their owners than they usually get.
You might be wondering why I have pet Guinea Pigs at all? Well, I was denied a pet as a child (a brief spell of gold fish just doesn't count!); we can't afford a dog (all those vet's bills and insurance costs, never mind the food!); JW hates cats; we weren't sure about a house rabbit; reptiles are a no-go; and I don't think caging birds is acceptable. So, there you have it: Guinea Pigs it is.
|Rum and Me|
It is easy to see why many people feel the need to believe that there is something after death. As the body that is left behind feels so very empty and it is hard to accept that they are gone. It would be much easier to imagine that Rum is running about in a sun warmed meadow, rather than being, well, no-where. But, I take comfort from the happy years we had together and from the fact that he is no longer suffering. He was a super-sweet, super-soft pig and I am so very glad to have known him.
So to all of you lovely pet-owners out there; do give your animal-friend an extra big hug today if you can, take a video of them when they're happy and healthy and be extra kind to them. You will be so glad of it when the sad day comes and they are no longer with you.