Mr. Bubbles and Scruffy
I'll never forget him or any of my guinea pigs. As a matter of fact, I have made it clear that when I die, the ashes of those I've lost are to be interred with my remains. Any who are still alive are to be given a full and happy life just as they would if I was here.
So I went shopping for guinea pig veggies today. They had some really nice lettuce and cucumbers, but they were out of green bell peppers. The red ones were really nice, so I had to get them and it reminded me of how much Mr Bubbles loved them, even more than the green ones. That got me thinking about him. Then a few minutes later I was looking through my text messages for a picture from the daddy/daughter dance I took my niece to (since her dad passed away) and came across this picture of Mr Bubbles as a baby with Ella. Now I'm full on missing him.
It doesn't take much to bring back the sadness of losing him. I keep reminding myself of how good a life he lived, without any regrets with us and how peacefully he went in my arms. That leads to remembering the joy he brought to our lives and I feel better.
It doesn't take much to bring back the sadness of losing him. I keep reminding myself of how good a life he lived, without any regrets with us and how peacefully he went in my arms. That leads to remembering the joy he brought to our lives and I feel better.
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