Prubs groomed Marcie for a bit. Then we put Marcie in the carrier. We'll find a corner for her in our new back yard.
Natter 77: I miss my friends. I miss my enemies. I miss the people I talked to every day.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, butt kicking, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Oh, David, JZ, and Matilda, I am so sorry. And Prubs, I'm sorry for Prubs, too. Love to you all.
I'm so sorry, Zmayhems. It's so hard.
I have a headache from crying.
Matilda has gone to earth in the garden apartment, probably back in bed and sorrowful. She always called Marcie, "My love." It was Marcie she picked originally and Prubs, the runt got scooped up after.
When Matilda held Marcie she liked to run up Matilda's shoulder and hide her face under Matilda's hair.
Guinea Pigs are weird. They're so dumb, but they still have such distinct personalities. Prubs is much more social, and came to the front of the cage eagerly to eat from your hand. Marcie was very grumpy about being picked up and chuddered with annoyance any time her butt got touched.
But Marcie was the one I'd hold on my shoulder in my old nerdhole, with the back door open. Marcie would lift her nose to the breeze and seemed rapt with the smells of the outside world. Prubs had no such interest.
And Marcie was a rare Guinea Pig who chirped and sang. I caught it on video a few times. Very pretty like birdsong. I think she sang out of longing for a mate that would never come. She was a very pretty pig, fat and glossy. Genuinely rather elegant (despite one eye that was slightly cocked and always looked alarmed).
She was a fussy, grumpy, elegant pig who sang with longing and yearned for the world. And she felt safe hidden under Matilda's hair.
I found a shovel in the back yard and found a corner I could dig up. JZ found a pretty bit of fabric to wrap her in. We'll place a flat rock over her grave and paint her name on it.
That is a sweet eulogy.
I'm so sorry, David.
So sorry, Zmayhems. As said above, it is so difficult to lose a pet.
I knew she was in bad shape when I was stroking her nose to rump and she didn't chutter at me when I touched her back end. Poor lovely grouchy little lady. It just happened so fast.
Timelies all!
I'm sorry about Marcie.
Gary's stepmom died. She had been sick for a while, but it's still sad. She was a nice person.
I’m sorry to hear that, Sheryl