Mobely is Gone

Hello. Today is a sad day. Our eldest guinea pig died last night. I was not home, but when Doug got home he heard struggling coming from the cage. He tried to help Mo up, but Mo was just too weak. Mo laid in his cage and died after many years of being our friend.

I must bury him today beside our cat, Gizmo. She left us last year.

Lester is still in his cage, eating, drinking, and wondering why Mo left him. Mo was his best friend. They talked, played, and even had arguments sometimes. But when Lester would give us grief about wanting to pick him up, or clean his cage, Mo was right there "squealing" to him to settle down and behave. Mo was always telling Les to behave so we could take care of him. I'm not sure how Les is going to be now. He has never been alone before.

Now, you ask, why all the sadness over a little guinea pig? Well, not that I'm all that happy about having two of these critters in my house, constantly changing the bedding, feeding, watering, clipping nails, giving treats, making sure they have their Vitamin C (guinea pigs need lots of Vitamin C to stay healthy) and all the other care needed to take care of these critters, but Mo was special. Anytime you wanted, you could reach in and just rub his cheek if you wanted. He loved to have his cheeks rubbed. He did not bite or run away liked a scaredy cat. He let you pick him up, love him, bathe him, cut his nails, anything you wanted really.

So, am I going to replace Mo? No way! We have been trying to find them a good home for over five years now. We are temporarily fostering these guys until we find a good home. Yeah, right! I'm afraid if I give them to somebody, they will feed them to their snake! Lake Tobias will take them for their petting zoo, but cannot guarantee me they will not end up as snake food! Yeah, not so much!

We're going to wait and see how Lester does being alone. If he starts to get sick, then we'll do something, but until then, we'll just keep trying to get him to let us pet him, hold him and love him. You know what the real kicker is? I'm allergic to them! That's right. One of the most non-allergenic pets a family can have, and I'm allergic. It's not toxic, does not making breathing hard, but when I hold them, I itch for an hour where ever their fur touches me.

Frank had a difficult time of it last night, and isn't much better this morning. He was in here listening to Mo's last few feeble cries before death. Once I came in and petted Mo for the last time, Frank could feel the sadness in the room. He just laid on the couch, tail unwound, and just looked at me like, "I know you are sad. So am I. Now what do we do?" I just hugged him and told him it would be all right in a few days. Doug and I both know Frank was feeling sad because Doug ate some chicken in the kitchen. Emmie and Jewels were right there to catch anything that fell on the floor. Frank just laid in here on the couch and watched. He did not even move or attempt to move to go to the kitchen for a tasty treat.

Frank is our pug. Pugs have curly tails. When their tail is uncurled, they are either, sick, sad, or sleeping. Those are the only times pugs tails come uncurled. Well, Frank's tail was uncurled most of the evening. Poor little guy. I'll have him help me bury Mo later. That might make him feel better. To help and to say goodbye.

No more animals will ever come into this house! I'm not liking the love I give to them, then they leave me. It is just too hard. No more animals...