ACROSS THE POND AND US...

LISTEN AND PRESS ON COLLAGE TO HEAR THEM EAT!

CAN YOU GUESS WHO LIVES WHICH COUNTRY OR ARE
YOU GOING TO MAKE US FIND OUT!

BHINDI'S NEW CAGE & PRAYERS FOR MEERI-BOY TONIGHT...

TODAY mom was home sick so we all 
put together my wonderful, totally amazing, new
man-cave! Wore me out...but, WOWEE~ZOWEE!
THAT ONE FINE MAN-CAVE 'cept for the  
fact there's room for TWO, not just one!
~HINT ~HINT ~HINT!


THANK YOU, SPECIAL FRIEND:
How you get us cooler gear than our own momma?
(YA, YOU KNOW WHO YOU IS!)


MOM SLEEPING BESIDE US TONIGHT.
And we are going to bed with her, as you can see,
barely able to keep our own eyes open,
praying for our lil'boy Meeri to enjoy another
day with Ingrid, Helmut, and his harem of 7 sweet girls
in Bavaria where the news says it is very BBBbbrrrrrrr.


Sweet dreams, meeris all including Ingrid and Helmut &
Sweet dreams Fairy and all dwelling within your thatched house.
& Sweet dreams, dreamers of Peace
May all our dreams come true
and Meeri-Boy be with us on the morrow...
yours always,
Bhindi and all us

GUESS WHAT???

         HEY everybody, guess what? I'm getting a deluxe big,

gigantic brand new cage with all the goodies!

Mom's way too sick tonight to put it together so all of
us are going to have a "family dream" of my new cage,
with plenty of room for VinnyGuinea and all the
special extras our generous benefactor included
in her gift to us!
Gonna be good, no, GONNA BE GREAT!
Mom has a Migrainus Giganticus and is
really sick tonight but we are all dreaming
a little dream of my BIG CAGE
and invite you all to attend my
Cage-Warming Party!


love, Bhindi the Happy

MAY WE ALL SEND LOVE...

INGRID und HELMUT have been so loving
and caring during our grief despite the fact
that they had lost a meeri of their own,
as had Fairy and Marigold, who lost
their very sweet Mariella.


Now Ingrid and Helmut recognize signs
that their precious 8-year-old above
is living his last days...


Whenever they have sent a collage,
he has always been my favorite.
I never wanted to say anything,
lest the other seven feel the least
bit slighted, as they are quite
emotional little ones...
But this one I would want to
tuck under the covers and sleep 
with, comb, give scritchy-scratches,
he just "had me" and it was
LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT...
Just sometimes one keeps
love a secret...
Now the secret is out!
That Ingrid and Helmut have
given SO MUCH OF THEMSELVES
AS HAVE FAIRY AND HER
FAMILY IN THE WAKE OF 
THEIR OWN LOSSES
AND NOW THE BAVARIAN
MEERIS FACE LOSING
MY BABY...


SO THOSE OF YOU WHO LOVE
MEERIS, HOWEVER YOU LOVE,
IN WHATEVER WAY YOU HOPE,
PRAY, EXPRESS KINDNESS,
EMPATHY, COMPANIONSHIP,
FRIENDSHIP, SUPPORT,
PLEASE SEND IT WRAPPED
IN A BOW MADE OF FRESH
HAY FOR THIS LITTLE ONE
WHO IS LIVING HIS LAST 
DAYS...LET'S WRAP HIM
IN FAIRY DUST, MOON-GLOW,
WARMTH, AND INNER PEACE.


love,
all who have a heart and
come here to care for
one another

MEERIS HERE WE COME!

^^^^^^PRESS TO ENLARGE!
DEAR FRIENDS,
TO INGRID AND HELMUT
AND FAIRY AND YOUR FAMILY,
WE ARE SO OUTTA HERE!
MOM said yesterday it was time for
a change while reading an email from
a friend we have known from 1983!
She is an artist, a book artist, and next
summer is going to travel and art herself
all over the place and her retired husband
just published his first book and mom was
at "sea level" just blinking at the screen
getting a migraine writing back to her
friend whose birthday was on the
28th but leap year threw us off
and mom surprised us ALL when
she wrote: "It's time for a change!"
This morning (as Ghandi said)
"Be the change you want to
see in the world" came right to
our very own mailbox courtesy
of - who else - our dearest
Ingrid and Helmut and their
8 meeris and you know how much
we love meeris and mountains
and that would make us SO MUCH
CLOSER TO FAIRY'S NEW ESRPESSO
MACHINE AND HOME-MADE
BISCOTTI, NOT TO MENTION
THE GIANT SHOVEL!


THIS IS INGRID'S HOME TOWN
OF SALTZBURG, AUSTRIA
 AND HELMUT'S HOME TOWN
OF SCHWANDORF, GERMANY
WHERE - JUST A NOTE - 
THEY WOULD ALL BE
ABLE TO PRONOUNCE
MY NAME CORRECTLY
CHANA BECAUSE YIDDISH
IS HEBREW/GERMAN
OR HEBREW/POLISH
OR HEBREW BUT EITHER WAY
THERE'S A LOT OF CH's in there
and we are soooo ready!
Not to mention, we have seen
pictures of our friends and where they
live...is some kind of anti-aging machine,
they look half my age even though they
aren't so I would glow like a glow worm!
(no altitude, but glowing is good...)
We have confessed this to Fairy only
and wouldn't dare post it so read no more
but where our friends live is so beautiful.
Where we live is also quite beautiful.
The difference? Recently, we were informed
by geological experts that we up here
in the beautiful Pacific Northwest are
due for an earthquake/tsunami/possible
volcanic eruptions (Mt. St. Helens, Mt. Rainier,
and our very own Mt. Baker) that will dwarf
anything in recorded history. THEY EVEN
HAD THE NERVE TO MENTION BELLINGHAM IN THE TSUNAMI PART,
POINTING OUT THAT SINCE WE WOULD HAVE NO POWER, OUR TSUNAMI SIRENS WOULD NOT GO OFF AND I LIVE DOWNTOWN, CLOSE TO SHORE, ABOVE FILLED MINE-SHAFTS ADJACENT TO AN OIL PIPELINE THAT ALREADY EXPLODE ONCE WHERE I USED TO LIVE, WHAT
AN INFERNO THAT WAS (NOT INCLUDING
THE EARTHQUAKE, TSUNAMI, AND VOLCANIC ERUPTIONS...)
TIP: BUY BEACHFRONT PROPERTY IN IDAHO WHILE YOU CAN. 


BAVARIA. MEERIS. MOUNTAINS!
ENGLISH COUNTRYSIDE.
FAIRY & MARIGOLD,
HOME-MADE ESPRESSO
WITH BISCOTTI, HOME-MADE
MARMALADE WITH ENGLISH
MUFFINS, MOUNTAINS IN
BAVARIA, HAVE I ALREADY
MENTIONED THAT, WELL,
WE DO LOVES US OUR
MOUNTAINS!
YEAH, BABY...
ONCE VINNYGUINEA'S 
BITS DESCEND, CAN SOMEONE
MAKE ROOM FOR A TRIO
OF AMERICAN PIRATE-PIGS?


WE LOVE YOU!


EUROPE...


Meet our friends. And love them.
We do! WHO'S EATING MY PASSPORT?
GIVE IT BACK, NOW!

HE'S WEARING ME OUT AND THEY HAVEN'T EVEN DESCENDED YET!

YA know, mom's been bellyachin' a lot lately and we've all
been soooooo sympathetic, blah, blah, blah. So maybe I've
been thinking it was VinnyGuinea, the streak o'fur that is
always in motion...he can wear a guy out, y'know? He even
wears me out when YumYum asks me to take him for 
Runabout so he can get his beauty rest...And I got a LOT
o'Energy myself, so it's been great, but VinnyGuinea?

WHADDA-WHADDA-WHADDA wid that one? extreme pig?!

WELL, I gotta tell ya the truth, now I think it ain't VinnyGuinea,
it mom! Like, if she makes us sit through one more episode of "Boston Legal" on NETFLIX or takes me to bed "to cuddle" when

I'd rather be running around laughing as VinnyGuinea swooshes up and down his CARROTUS GIGANTICUS...well, all I'm sayin' is sumpin's gotta give here! And maybe it ain't all Vinny, after all?

I mean, mom, we love you, but...oh Bloody Barn Owl Hork, 
here she comes for "lovey lap time" and HEY, Vinny, YO! 
VINNEY'S...SEE 'IM, mom? HE'S BACK THERE! DON'T 
COME

KNOCKING ON MY FRONT DOOR...OH DEAR, NO DOOR...

HEY, Bhindi tricked me! There's no door! I'M A NINJA!
I'M A NINJA! SNEAKING OUT THE WINDOW. YOU
DON'T SEE ME! I'M A NINJA, INVISIBLE ASSASSIN
OF THE NIGHT, NOT A MOM-CUDDLER, A LETHAL
AVENGER OF...MOM, LOOK OVER THERE, I THINK
SWIRLY, SOFT BHINDI'S OVER THERE! AND IF NOT,
THERE'S ALWAYS YUM-YUM UP FOR A LOVE CUDDLE!
BUT I'M A NINJA!

THAT VinnyGuinea gotta lotta nerve betraying me like that,
wid all his "ninja" mumbo-jibber, so I'm gonna eat his NinjaHouse!
Yup, gonna eat it, gonna eat it good!

AH, look at us, both worn to the quicks of our toenails with all this NinjaJibberWocky...and for what? We all know who's wearing us

out - MOM! She don't belong on the floor wid us is what it is!
The nurse said it's her blood pressure being too low, needs more
fluids and salt, so we've ordered a small ocean to be installed in the kitchen for her to swim and drink! Get her moving. Also, no more looking at pictures that make her sad. Not for a little while or even a long while. And get that carcass OUT O'THE HOUSE!
FIRST FRIDAY ART WALK IS THIS FRIDAY AND ARE YOUR CARDS AND ARTWORK READY, MOM? (WELL, OF COURSE, THAT'S A RHETORICAL QUESTION!) NOT TO MENTION WE DEMAND MORE COVERAGE OF OUR EXTENDED FAMILY, WE ARE SO CURIOUS ABOUT OUR ADVENTUROUS FAIRY AND OUR BAVARIAN MEERI COUSINS! TALK ABOUT MOUNTAINS...LOOK AT WHAT YOU'VE DONE TO US, MOM! YOU HAVE WORN OUT "THE UNWEARABLE-OUTABLES"! NOW, get up and go straight to bed like the rest of us because we have a brand new cage with lots of toys (thank you, you know who you are!) for you to put
together tomorrow not to mention your art not to mention whoever comes over to make sure you washed your hair! Now that was even making US GAG! SERIOUSLY, MOM? YOU COMB US BUT WE HAVE TO LOOK AT THAT RAPTOR
NEST ON YOUR HEAD? AND YOU JUST PUT ON A BALL
CAP AND THINK WE ARE NOT...WELL, IT'S LIKE HAVING OUR EYES PUT OUT, FRANKLY! We are all sad. But YOU have become disgusting! You didn't share what ELSE the nurse put down, did you? uh-huh...didn't think so...about the personal hygiene? about maybe you needing assistance? hey, we may eat our poohs but we're supposed to! fine, we'll stop. maybe we've said too much.

(YumYum: "You have NO idea? You said too much about a foot above this sentence! Just wait and see... Can you spell TRUBBLE? CUZ YOU IZ IN IT NOW!!!")

OOPS: Did the thoughts actually come out of my mouth? Uh-Oh!

YumYum, you know Bhindi started it! I didn't say a thing!
You know that, right? Right? Of course you do. Whew!

Hey, YumYum, notice how much I'm growing, and how much
I resemble a little guinea pig? (Not a ninja?) A little guinea pig?

Just an innocent baby guinea pig growing up, waiting for his
man-parts, waiting for his bits, eating his breakfast, playful,
loving life, loving his friends, bringing consolation to his broken-
hearted, precious mom, the one he holds so dear. The one he'll
console tonight...just a little baby guinea named Vinny, yeah,
that's me all right! Eating so I'll have more strength with which
to love the ones I hold so dear to my heart, yeah, that's it, that's
me, VinnyGuinea, Prince of Peace, Bringer of Consolation,
Everybody's Favorite Guinea Pig, role model, Exemplar Emeritus!

       OH, PUH-LEASE! I CAN'T TAKE IT!

JUST wake me up when the next NETFLIX comes. I'm
starting to like "Boston Legal." Until then...
ZZZZZzzzzzzZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz................

And mom climbed Mt. Everest and everybody played happily
together with all their new toys and treats and popcorned
like bright, red balloons in the deep azure sky shape-shifting
into shapes of billowy, white clouds like giraffes and
hippos, and lions, and zebras, and guinea pigs GALORE
RIDING BRIGHT ORANGE AND GREEN
CARROTUS GIGANTICUSSES
UPON WHICH WERE WRAPPED
OCTOPI WITH NAMES LIKE
Bean and Bop and Pip and Pop!
~the end~

THAT KIND OF DAY, ALTITUDE-WISE

WARNING: SENSELESS RAMBLE AHEAD.

YESTERDAY was a very good day.
Today was different.
Everything cancelled but Piggie Time
and the visiting nurse.
She used a phrase I have never
heard used medically before.
We have some high mountains here:
mountains people travel to and climb,
practicing for Mt. Everest...
But this was different.
I live on the floor...you can't
fall if you are already there.
She called "getting up" - just the
simple act of standing-
"gaining altitude"
and it made me laugh!
You don't know how many times
over how many long years that one
effort I have compared to climbing
Everest! It can be that hard, that
challenging, but those of us who live
this way are beholden to keep it a secret
because...well, we know why.


She actually noted in her computer notes, 
when I slowly rose from the floor,
she referred to it as
"Patient gained altitude."
I burst out laughing, remembering
so many topo maps I still have
that Edwin and I always carried with our
trusty compass...neither of us knowing
how to use either tool, just taking them
since they were listed in what are known
in the hiking, climbing, backpacking
world as two of the "Ten Essentials."
We feel pretty sure that knowing how to
use them is one of the Essentials but...
we both agreed that carrying them
absolved us of sin. Should we get
could in an avalanche, a white-out, or
simply get lost, once found and interviewed on 
T.V. getting out of our Blackhawk rescue heli,
we could at least say we carried "The Ten Essentials." They always say on T.V. about lost people that "Such and such are known to be experienced backcountry so-and-so's,"
particularly those who disappear on Mt. Rainier or Mt. Baker (and generally found alive.) So I think we do it more for the press coverage, you know, to cover ourselves just in case...we've been lucky. But I hate seeing a heli heading East especially during the winter...and if's it's been
an epic snow winter, like our '99-2000 year, 
when Mt. Baker set THE World Record for greatest snowfall ever recorded in history on Earth...helis flying east that summer were going to pluck what had unthawed and nobody liked that. What is so alluring about going Out of Bounds when you end up six feet under in the end? Well, it happens in mountain country, especially with a lotta hotdogging cowboys with feet firmly attached to snowboards and backcountry skis and brains that interpret WARNING: BACKCOUNTRY signs as WELCOME mats...
Our country's wild, it's why we love it.
No condos, no movie stars, no development.
Just wild, rugged mountains that take you a 
little closer to heaven if you're lucky enough
to "gain altitude!"


Today I didn't gain much altitude. 
Just watched VinnyGuinea and Bhindi
chase and hop and popcorn and never
stop running or jumping for HOURS
in their Runabout and soon I will
put Bhindi back and let YumYum
have a go. He gets tired easily now but
still loves his play time with Vinny.
Hopefully I can pick up Bhindi's new
cage tomorrow...his bits are really, really
BIG.
And he is so strong! Both he and VinnyGuinea
are nearly impossible to photograph because
they are constantly in motion and Bhindi
runs up to the camera then smooshes his
nose into the lens wondering why it doesn't 
smell like food. Then he tries to bite it!
HAVE I MENTIONED HIS BITS?!
THEY HAVE DESCENDED, YET 
CONTINUE TO GROW...AM
AFRAID TO RESEARCH IT, THINK
WE MIGHT HAVE A MUTANT NINJA-BOY!
STILL WAITING FOR SLIPPERY, SILKY
VINNY'S "MAN-PARTS"...HE'S GOT THE
"FISH, JUST NOT THE CHIPS..."


Please forgive me for not opening emails,
I just didn't have enough altitude.
Tomorrow will be a better day.
love,
all us
to
~all you~

FOOD FOR THE SOUL

AS we enjoy a deep freeze our friends
in Bavaria send hope of Spring Blooming
within and without...
warming heart and soul.
Tonight we sleep in peace.
Tonight we sleep knowing
we are so loved,
and give thanks to the Creator
who gives more than
we can ever know...
so we close our eyes
and whisper "thank you"
as peaceful slumber
overtakes and we slip into that
place forgotten for so long...
yet so welcome back into
our lives: we rest in the
arms of LOVE, FAITH, and HOPE.
With one pancake remaining.

BAVARIAN MEERIS! OH MY!

^^PRESS FOR CLOSE-UP^^
SQUEEEEEEEEEEE!
BAVARIAN MEERIS! YOU 
CAN'T LOVE JUST ONE!
WE LOVE THE PIC OF THEM
(JUST BENEATH AND RIGHT
UNDER THE FLOWER) OF
SO MANY MERRY MEERIS
ALL OUT AND ABOUT!
TOO ADORABLE
WE LOVE YOU EVERY
ONE, YOU BAVARIAN
MEERIS, WE FEEL
LIKE YOU ARE OURS!

Hey, Dave, Forgot to Say: I'm Sorry

You know, up until now I had forgotten the whole thing.
You never knew it even happened between your Dalai Lama
Bliss-Out and your Caffeinated Cup'O'Joy...how you were
in a haze, a stupor, barely even taking steps...and it's a corner,
I mean you were kinda jay-walking but this is an apology
not about you, it's about me, about me driving like a normal
human being...O.K. O.K. nobody's gonna buy that either, 
may as well just say: didn't see ya, nearly ran ya over,
sorry, don't live there NO more, good on ya, mate, 
you do good in the world, love your music when
i don't have a migraine, off we go now,
pip-pip!
To my readers, scratching your heads wondering
what I'm talking about, it snowed today but I got
blueberry pancakes take-out yesterday and everything
is fine, just fine.
love,
we're fine, HONEST!

FAIRY'S MUM GOES ALL PACIFIC NORTHWEST: CHOOSES LATTES OVER TEA!

WE could have warned her, should we have warned her? We have a cafe on every corner of every intersection of Seattle and I even told her the story about how I almost ran over Dave Matthews of the Dave Matthews Band after Dave spent a week with the Dalai Lama...and how turning a corner where one of the cafes with the strongest coffee is, NOBODY MEANDERS ACROSS THAT STREET BUT DAVE MATTHEWS WAS SO BLISSED OUT HE MEANDERED AND...well, he lives in the neighborhood and we all love him, but - seriously? The only thing in the world more powerful than what you are looking at (and bear - as in Paddington Bear or Vermont Bear or Winnie-the-Pooh Bear) in mind we haven't even tried Fairy's mum's brew not to mention her HOME-MADE BISCOTTI, what were we talking about? 

NOW that's what we're talking 
about! Fairy could be drinking
dreaming about the Dalai Lama and
her mum's new espresso machine
but nope! She's dreaming of joining
all of us in a WHEEEK!GRASS
FRENZY o'FRIENDS!
SQUEEEEEEEEE!
FAIRY, YOU GIVE US FAITH.
YOU GIVE US HOPE.
WE LOVE YOU.
YOU know that Stevie Wonder song
"Isn't She Lovely?"
We sing that for you!
(and if wee scootin' Vinny thinks
we're singin' it for him
we are in BIG TRUBBLE!)
LOVE YOU.
ALL US.
EVERY DAY.
ALL THE TIME!

MEET THE MEERIES: THE WIND BENEATH OUR WINGS

TODAY IT BEGAN SNOWING HEAVILY AND WE RECEIVED NOTICE IN OUR "INBOX" THAT THE SNOW IS TO CONTINUE UNTIL TOMORROW...WELL, THEY QUITE LEFT OFF THERE...

SO, BEING INDOORS WITH OUR TAKE-OUT BLUEBERRY PANCAKES AND MAPLE SYRUP AND SUCH-LIKE, we feel it's about time to introduce you to the meeries in our family who live near (not really, not near, we just said that) and far (now that's more like it, the far part, that part is true) that and the fact that anyone with a pair of cross-country skis or snowshoes (like MOM) is going to head right off to downtown here to get their ice cream cones and dance in the street, it's a Bellingham Tradition to get ice

cream when we have blizzards and can't get to Mt. Baker, we go en masse to the Ice Creamery to defy...well, we enjoy defiance in any way, shape, or form...but I digress!

MEET OUR VERY OWN WUNNERFUL FAMILY!!!! 

ABOVE PLEASE MEET "THE MEERIS OF BAVARIA" WHO OWN THE POET INGRID AND HER DEAR HELMUT! WE ARE SO BEYOND IN LOVE WITH THEM AND KNOW WE WOULD BE HAVING LOTS OF FUN, LOOK HOW MANY!

BOY ARE THEY SOME LUCKY MEERIS, THEY ARE.

HERE is where the luckiest Bavarian meeris in the world live,
is that a fine looking caviary OR WHAT? IT LOOKS HOME-MADE! Wish we had one, all neat and clean, but we are Americans and...'nuff said. What a beautiful place to live, 
Bavaria, and what beautiful souls to own, our own dear, precious
Ingrid and Helmut, introduced to us by...

FAIRY! Fairy, looks like you are preparing for a big sleep-over and getting everything "just so" for
your friends...OH! A Tale of 3 Piggies is our favorite book, too! But where is Marigold? Where is she going to sleep? 

Fairy lives with Marigold and they recently lost their own precious Mariella. We all lost a near and dear one recently...most of our friends experienced losses yet not a one missed any opportunity given them to console us, even in their own grief. That brings tears to our eyes, their losses, too...please do not think they are any less for now we are one family and every guinea pig, cavy, meeri dear as our own heartbeat!

Oh, well, we nearly forgot, THIS IS FAIRY'S HOUSE! Err...
mmmm....uh....Fairy....why is your dad wearing it and where are
you and he is beginning to remind us of Hugh Laurie! Yes, quite,
we could see "HOUSE" wearing a guinea pig house on his own
head...but where are you?

OH, you have gone outside! You know, Fairy, we had this picture of you as our screensaver, but every time mom turned her computer on she just wanted to pet and brush you and stared at the screen so long we had to put on something else, especially your cheek, she just wanted to comb it and give you scritchy-scrunchies and did she get anything done? Why, Fairy, she looked at you so much and petted and combed you so much she forgot why she turned the computer on in the first place so then she turned it off!

DID WE MENTION IT IS SNOWING BUT WE HAVE PANCAKES?

BAVARIAN MEERI, HOW PRETTY AND COLOURFUL AND SWIRLY! OH, LOOK AT THAT SWIRL IN THE BACK! NOW THAT'S A SWIRL IF EVER THERE WAS ONE!

OH NOW THAT THE SNOW IS COMING DOWN the Bavarian Meeris have all come 'round!
You black beauty in the straw, hay, grassy stuff,
we bet you glitter and your coat is so smooth after a nice comb-out! We love your floppy ears, too.
WE love ALL OF YOU! EVEN WHEN IT ISN'T SNOWING AND WE DON'T HAVE BLUEBERRY PANCAKES IN THE HOUSE!

BAVARIAN meeris send white roses to console us...did we mention the meeris also lost one of their own, too? And we
pray no more than one? For we just today got to last week's

emails...and...eyes closed in prayer and breath stuck in throat -

WHILE Fairy invents scritchy-scratchers to comfort us...although her dad actually brought this one back from London Towne where we are certain he dressed like Mr. Steed, with a bowler hat, umbrella, and impeccable sleuthing and spy skills...wonder what is

really contained within that "alleged" gift for dear Fairy? The code to the Queen's doggery where, with the push of a button, you could release all the Pembroke Welsh Corgis? AT ONE AND THE SAME TIME? WICKED! WICKED FUNNY! But there we go being swashbuckling Americans again, SORRY there, now you know we're just Pirates in disguise, Fairy, and yet you love us anyway. So kind you are.

And you lost your dear Mariella...grief knocked on your door,
on the Meeris door, on Jen who makes our fabulous cuddle cups' door...twas an epidemic of grief yet...tears glued us together into a bigger, howsoever broken, heart than ever before.

FRIENDS. UNDERSTOOD IN EVERY LANGUAGE.

NOW meet the new American kids on the block! The newest of the new, little bitty (though grown, yet having never had a home) Almond Joy! She owns CD3, who we know from "Molly the Owl"
watching and "Friday Nights at the Movies" with our Molly the Owl friendsies.

CD3 got Almond Joy to keep her very first guinea pig rescue, Millie Bea company...and it wasn't easy getting that Almond Joy! The rescue really put her through the ringer so now that she is home at last and ready to be Millie Bea's forever-friend...

CD3, how would you put it? All right then, I shall use your own words: "She's the Queen" yes, indeed, Millie Bea is like, "You got
a WHAT? for WHO? like...WHY?" And now each pig has that "separate but equal" status that we know all too well, even know
it here now, what with YumYum kicking me out after Raj passed...


Well, friends, there you have it.


We love you. You held us. You rocked us in your arms, sent us emails always, checked up on us, wrote poems for us, sent pictures to us, prayed for us, and never let us go, not for a minute even though you yourselves were grieving your own losses, dear Mariella and our meeri...


There is no language with a heart big enough to contain
the gratitude we wish to convey...
so in the gentlest, softest as rose-petals whisper..."thank you"
~