whether or not to approach Raj with
a pillowcase in my hand, just in case...
because once I feel him, going to get
a pillowcase may become impossible
in my grief. So it was another morning
awaking with the pillowcase and I am
beginning to loathe pillowcases.
Last night he fell asleep under the covers
with me until I placed him back on the
floor in the new home created for him
so he could go under the nightstand
where he once frolicked with his brother.
To my astonishment, he was stronger and walked -
not to hide in the darkness to die, but to his sleeping bag
and sniff it, to his wheatgrass to sniff it, to his hay trough
to sniff it; to sniff all the fragrances of his deceased friends
whose aromas comforted him before retiring to his
pigloo for the night where I found him alive this morning
and gave him his carrot juice before tucking him in,
waiting for a new social worker to arrive and
"assess" my own in-home health care needs.
(For Raj to live: Could she do that, please?)
I liked her. I like all the people who have come here,
in fact. And my neighbors have also pitched in to
check on me and carry out trash and recycle,
visit, listen, and care.
So...Raj is still with us and today will receive a shot of
wheat grass with his fresh, organic carrot juice.
I am now beginning to wonder if he is getting spoiled
with these dropper feedings and will have any
interest in eating on his own but who cares?
YUM-YUM HAS ACCEPTED BHINDI INTO
THE NEW JUMBO PEN HE NOW SHARES WITH
THE INIMITABLE VINNY-GUINEA!
(possibly because Bhindi's chasing-to-hump tiny
Vinny keeps Vinny from waking Yum-Yum all
night like he used to by continuously jumping
over him in their small, shared sleeping bag?
Vinny's kinda "occupied" now: GO BHINDI!)
WHO CARES WHEN YOU HAVE 4 GUINEA PIGS?
AT LEAST AT 1 p.m. Pacific Time...
thank you for so much precious love.
We are almost ready to become hopeful.