I know it has been a while since I last posted. I also know that the last time was when we had a death, and acknowledge that only logging into write about the demise of another pet is bad blogging.
However, I couldn't just let this sad occasion pass. Woolly, one of the Christmas guinea pigs, died on Friday.
One hour he was happily munching on a carrot, the next... Well, you know.
It upset me a great deal, it always does when the piggies die because it is always so quick.
So, that left Tig, who I didn't want to risk being lonely. The next day we all went up to Ikea to buy things for the new house, and on the way back we popped into Pets at home. We popped out again with a small box containing a tiny little pig from the adoption centre. New pig looks like he was made from all of the left over scraps of guinea pigs and has pink eyes. He didn't have a name, so I called him after the shop assistant.
We hope that Matthew the guinea pig will be happy with us in his new home.
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