someone had just dumped him there, hair matted and filthy, full of mites, neglected, unloved, unwanted.
Nobody would've bought him. He just sat, unmoving, alone in his small cage, a prison, actually -knowing that nobody would've bought him and the people who first did couldn't care less about
him. Maybe never did. His ears were infested with mites, too, he'd been neglected so long.
He caught mom's eye, so pathetic, sad, yet a smile lurked inside somewhere...
Took him home. Chai, the Bengal Cat became his first best friend. When Chai had to move to Seattle,
I came along and PandaPig became my first best friend.
Whatever happens with our art, our attempt to finance the guinea pig sanctuary with it...and to educate
people so they know enough about us guinea pigs to only get us if they are willing to love us forever because we are far more work that might first appear...
It's all for love, for love of PandaPig, mom's first true love. And mine.
We miss you, PandaPig, we miss you every day. You were my first love, too.