If the guineas had a theme song ...

"We're getting the band back together!"

PREQUEL - Read here . (Yes, I really like the font Georgia, okay?! It reminds me of my careless youth.) I am a 29-year-old woman with four guinea pigs, or as I like to refer to them, my starter pack for not getting laid. This is not entirely an exaggeration. They are as follows: - Smores, the John Lennon. She was my first pig. She has been my best friend these past several years. Strong and sassy, she has a temper but loves to cuddle with me. - Penny, the Blind Pig/Ringo Starr. She's super-neurotic, cries a lot, and tends to scream at anything that scares her (read : everything). She also yawns every time I pick her up and I'm still not quite sure why. I got her in 2013. - Poppy, the George Harrison. Why? Because she's chill AF. Probably because she's really old but all good. - Anddd PBC (short for Peanut Butter Cup), the Paul McCartney. I say this because all the girls love her. And why would they not?! She's so tiny! She's like a...

Obits For My Babies

I lost all four of my pigs this summer. All of them. PBC, Smores, Penny, Poppy. To say there isn't a hole in my chest is a lie. I feel their absence constantly. I have a new piggie I bought when PBC passed away weirdly during the night, Charley Bear. Charley Bear is a lot like PBC. Except she's a little more restless and a little more distrustful of people. But man, do I love my Charley. She's been a godsend for me lately, even when she runs off my couch and tries to divebomb my carpet (note: I rarely let her do that). But man. When they say life takes, it takes. And to quote Sufjan Stevens, "And he takes, and and he takes, and he takes." And he takes. Even objectively speaking I don't think I deserved this. To wake up to one pig dead. To come home to another passed away under her water bottle. To put down two pigs, one being the best friend I've ever known. I think life played some sort of cruel joke on me; take away her favorite part of life, ...

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