I also will cross my fingers and toes that Reko feels better soon and gets his appetite back.
This day was different as I saw three new pairs of eyes staring back at me. One of which stole my heart.
He stayed with us for the first 3 weeks of his life, a sweet little curly ball of cuteness, but I felt he would be happier living away from me as I thought I wasn't ready for any more male guinea pigs.
Time passed, 8 months in fact. I rarely could afford to drive up and visit him. Then one day his mommy (my sister) sent me this photo:
I pined for him but knew he was happy.
Shortly after his first birthday my mom decided my sister was not caring for him enough and gave him back to me. This was one of the best days of my life. The night he came home I laid with him on my bed and he melted on my bed, we both knew he was home:
I knew he should have a friend and soon he and Reko were together, though it didn't last.
Mojo always had a special place in my heart. He loved his bedding and was always the first pig to figure out how to use it.
He loved being outside, sunning himself into perfection.
Lets not forget his hate for baths and the comical looks he always gave me.
He was my only kissy pig and while sweet, he always knew how to tell me off in some way, like when I forgot to clean out his bowl before filling it back up.
The last photo I got of him showed just how silly he can be.
I will never forget my little man, the pig that stole my heart from the second I saw him, who made me laugh when he popcorned when I swept his cage. The one who always gave me kisses and talked to me when I was upset.
Good bye my sweet man. I love you.
Popcorn Free Mojo, through the endless fields of gold.
BTW, I hope you did not mind eschimpf that I updated your thread with the news of Mojo's passing as I knew you were busy with Reko and stressed.