As best as we could tell, Peek was at least 7 years old. I adopted him as an adult; the pet store people knew literally nothing about him. At his first exam, though, we found signs of arthritis showing in the x-rays, so we figured he was at least 2 then. That was almost 5 years ago.
He taught me a lot and because of him, I came to know all of you wonderful people.
It took me several months to be able to get close to him, probably because I was too loud and moved too fast. He finally learned his name and the signal for "I just want to pet you" - one stretched out finger. Until recently, he still wouldn't let me pet him for more than a minute, before he raced off. I had to be very careful picking him up because even though I held him on my forearm with my elbow directly in front of him, he'd still try to jump back into the cage. My stubborn, stand-off-ish boy.
Except when housed with Scatter, he was Lord of his castle. Even though he was neutered, he took no guff from the girls. He couldn't prevent Fuzz from snatching food from his mouth, but he knew which battles to fight. He could and did "nose up higher" than all the ladies. Otherwise, he was a polite gentleman.
I loved to pet his crest and kiss him there - when he'd let me. He was never really a lap pig, always wanting to be back in his cage as soon as possible.
I'll miss you, my Peekaboo. Rest in peace, baby boy.
- Supporter 2016-2018