I've fostered a couple
guinea pigs before (through Luna's House, the animal rescue I work with)
and thought I was going to get another one after I came back from last weeks vacation but
apparently she hasn't been surrendered yet... We were thinking that she might turn into a good partner for my current guinea pig (Marconi), but alas, the look is still on... I hope she found another
good home/or will show up soon, and wasn't dumped.... :(
If any more news comes, (or she shows up!), I'll let you know!
Produce For Piggies
This blog is about a service project called Produce For Piggies; it also revolves around my mischievous little masters, the guinea pigs of the house!
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Monday, June 4, 2012
Thursday, May 10, 2012
In Memory of Ozzie
I buried him today. He goes on a ever longer list of names of those who wait for us up above. I will miss him...
Here is one of my favorite poems. I can almost recite it.
Just this side of heaven is
a place called Rainbow Bridge.
When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge.
There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together.
There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable.
All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor; those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by.
The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind.
When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge.
There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together.
There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable.
All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor; those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by.
The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind.
They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops
and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are intent; His eager body
quivers. Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying over the green
grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster.
You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart.
Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together....
You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart.
Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together....
Saturday, February 4, 2012
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