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Friday, September 9, 2011

What Is Work?

Today mom had a big, long list of "things to do" and she didn't do them. Having only found out about the celebration at the guinea pig farm store yesterday, there was little time to prepare for the debut of our card line. What was required was focus, determination, and dedication to complete one task.

She didn't.

She took care of us instead.

I am still not drinking enough. But I am drinking a little. So, instead of taking me to the vet, she called to find out if we could try out something she saw someone do on the Internet with her sick piggie, which was to give it fresh, organic carrot juice. The vet said sure, give it a try. So, she got carrot juice. She drank hers. I haven't touched mine yet.

She let us all out on Runabout this morning too, instead of at bedtime when
she is too tired to play with us. We played together.

Then Taj did what only Taj can do. He escaped when mom didn't notice. So she had to look everywhere to find him and did, Eventually! (Good One, lil'buddy!)

Next, we all turned into the pickiest eaters, just to draw her out a little more. You see, she can make cards of us or she can spend time with us. We prefer the latter. So, when she brought the parsley we love (also for the Vitamin C) some of us chowed down, some of us looked at her with disdain. So, she brought out fresh spinach. Some of us chowed down, some of looked at her with disdain. So, she chopped up what remained of our purple cabbage and offered that. Some of us...well, you get the picture.

And don't forget, Taj escaped! So, she spent the entire morning with us, went out for the carrot juice, roamed the streets running into people she knew, and finally returned home tired and determined not to stress out. What was more important? Us? Or cards of us? She chose US and we think she chose right.

The past week has been horribly emotional for personal reasons and today was the first day where even the faintest flicker of normality existed, and - as we all know - there is 9/11, which mom is trying to approach without becoming over-emotional. All week, the Homeland Insecurity Helo we got for the 2010 Winter Olympics in Vancouver flew LOW (very, very low) practicing or searching; fast, grey gunboats  whizzed across the water; sleek, white-and-orange Coast Guard boats patrolled the Bay...and although this was our first week of summer and everyone feigned "mellow" once temps finally hit 80 degrees, there remained an unmistakably subtle vibration of a city under heavy surveillance. A very small city. Still, we are the first port south of the Canadian border and one terrorist had already been caught coming in from Canada on a ferry a few years ago...
so, mom chose us, the real us. Didn't make cards of us, simply chose us.

If I do have cancer, cards aren't going to save me. Nor will carrot juice. But knowing mom put me first will. And it will save her, too, if I haven't long to live. Knowing she chose me, us, is what 9/11 means here: choosing to cherish what we do have instead of seeking what we don't.

Loving today those who may not be with us tomorrow, even if that turns out to be me. Especially if that turns out to be me.

Cards will be made but they can wait. Magazines and calendars can wait.
"Doing" can wait. We come first. Love comes first.

Maybe I'll try some of that carrot juice so I can pee on mom when she picks me up for love later.

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Honoring PandaPig, Founder of Our Sanctuary

PandaPig hard at work blogging about the goings-on here while we still lived at the wildlife refuge...
PandaPig was our first rescue, was adopted by Chai the Bengal Cat, and the two welcomed me from when I was still a wee pup, then we were gifted Bear the Beaver Pig, and many more...
PandaPig and Bear the Beaver Pig passed away within days of one another from cancer, but not before making sure the Sanctuary was created to sustain itself by inviting in new rescues and appointing me to succeed him as official Blog editor. I miss PandaPig. Mom never stops missing him, and Bear, and Erica: She discovered an important lesson from us BuddhaPigs: while she once thought she was saving us, in the end it was PandaPig and we who save her.

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Guinea Pig Cards to Make Their Debut!

^^^Check Out Our Little Town of Bellingham^^^Just two blocks from home!

"We cannot all do great things, but we can do small things with great love."
~ Mother Teresa

These are the neighborly folk who have been providing our Sanctuary with "special needs" piggies for years! People come in and "dump" unwanted, neglected, unsocialized, sick, and dying piggies, then leave. If the animals are not sellable, if the store cannot profit from their sale due to their age, poor health, or special needs, they come here! As we welcome them to their new forever home, some live long lives and some arrive as hospice piggies, but one thing is for sure: no piggie leaves for the Rainbow Bridge before receiving the comfort that he or she has been loved and cherished unconditionally, perhaps for the very first time
in their short lives.

Mom gonna (unless we at the vet all day tomorrow) get those cards together for this and sell 'em so we can get new cuddle cups, lots more hay, and toys!

We are going to celebrate the tenth anniversary of 9/11 with love, hope, compassion, and optimistic prayers for peace through selfless service;
honoring those heroes whose sacrifice we will never forget and can never repay.

Guinea Pig

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