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Saturday, February 25, 2012

SATURDAY "PINPRICKS"

TONIGHT is Saturday and we expect snow tomorrow.
For the first time since Raj died, mom actually bathed, dressed
herself, went out for a decent meal, a latte, read the Rolling
Stone edition Connieeee sent her featuring an interview with her
favorite on-air personality, Jon Stewart of "The Daily Show"
and she ordered blueberry pancakes for breakfast tomorrow
in case we got snowed in. Then she got us freshly squeezed,
raw, organic carrot juice!

She has a word for days like these: "Pinpricks." They're good!
We gave up fighting for normalcy after we lost Raj. Her health-
care providers all come here anyway, she just kind of went into
shock, took care of us, and did the barest necessities...I can tell
the story most objectively having been here the shortest, but
everyone went to sleep in darkness and woke up in darkness
no matter what the hour was, and mom just kept saying to people
on the phone how great her friends were, that she couldn't believe
what wonderful friends she had! That was about all we felt we had.

But even though I'm the "new kid on the block" I lost something, too, when Raj died. Before he died, mom got me for him. Because he couldn't live without his brother Taj, who never came home.
And since YumYum was suddenly (surprisingly) behaving in an
unexpectedly magnanimous way towards newbies, he allowed not
one, but two new pigs to live with him in the brand new gigantic
pen that our anonymous benefactor bought for us...and he hasn't had a live-in friend since PandaPig, the original founder of our
Sanctuary, passed away: Now he has three! We all loved being
together, got along, each played, ate, drank, popcorned, slept,
and snuggled in perfect harmony and even though I'm the size
of a Pacific Northwest Logger, I am still a baby, too...and need a herd...and knew I was being groomed for the most important job ahead: to comfort Raj once his pneumonia was cured. Then he died sleeping next to mom under the covers that cruel night and both mom and YumYum became inconsolable and nobody remembers what I lost: this wee little scamp here, VinnyGuinea!
Now, YumYum and I share him and our own brand new gigantic
pig-pen is due to arrive Monday and can actually be attached to
YumYum's as long as mom is ABSOLUTELY POSITIVELY CERTAIN that YumYum can't "get me" or that I can't jump over
given my hay trough vaulting abilities...


Thing is, it's Saturday and mom had her first pin-prick of Real
Life and Real Hope Day with a hot breakfast, latte, and the Rolling Stone. But I needed to tell you all that I lost something
too: the happiness of fitting in, of belonging, of having my own herd, of snuggling up in a fuzzy sleeping bag with that little scamp all soft and velvety...sharing a wheatgrass breakfast on
Runabout. We all lost a lot. 


But one pin-prick of hope, mom knows from experience, always
brings more. And, over time, pin-pricks of hope become intertwined into Joy which become threads of continuity which
become woven into a fabric where smiling replaces weeping which create a fabulous new quilt into which the pinpricks
of grief become fewer and fewer as the memories become
transformed into one's history that begins to mellow into smile
which will always bring with it tears but with those tears come
the recognition that our lives have been made all the more
beautiful because they were in them.


love,
Bhindi

I am not Bhindi.
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WHERE'S MY BITS? WHADDA? WHADDA? WHADDA?

YESTERDAY on our Epic Runabout, mom got a good look
at Bhindi's bits and - lemme tell ya - they big enough to use
for the Olympig Shotpoot Commition this summer in England!
YOWZA-BANANZA!

So, during our twice daily antibiotic "bonding" ritual (mom,
seriously, do you really think we buy THAT?) she took a
good look down under to inspect the size of my bits...mebbe
mine would be used for the women's competition, mebbe 
girls under the age of 10...all she needed was some bits,
anything, anything...

Well, am I turning into a handsome so-and-so or WHAT?!
I'm so velvety soft, and I scoot so fast and make everybody
laugh especially scooting up and down my bright, high, orange, 
CARROTUS-GIGANTICUS...no one wants me to grow up 
and if I did then I'd have Bits and Chips or at least
a weiner in a bun...aren't I turning into...
(have I said that already?)

Mom just erased a lot of the post so getting off before she loses
what remains of my post along with the rest of her mind.
Gonna snow tomorrow,  so we thinking of our Bavarian meeris 
and Ingrid and Helmut and our Fairy and Marigold and her mum and Dad 
and our Millie Bea and Almond Joy in Wisconsin and the big party 
they gonna have in that warm, red, Mesa Guinea Pig Place.

love you,
VinnyGuinea: MAN-BITS WAITING TO SNEAK UP ON YOU
AND YOU WILL FEEL BAD FOR MAKING FUN OF ME!
UNLESS YOU SEE A LOT O'LIL BITS STUMBLIN' ABOUT
NOT CONNECTED TO MY MAN-PARTS AND...
ISN'T THAT HOW FAIRY MAGICALLY APPEARED?!
SOMETIMES THE BEST SURPRISES HAPPEN IN PRECIOUS, 
TINY, FURRY PACKAGES...
(i could be wrong, but seems like that's Fairy's story and I'm stickin' to it!)

DID I SAY IT GONNA SNOW? 

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