Friday, May 13, 2011
Every time I walk into my office I miss her. The corner where she lived is dark now because there is no longer a reason to leave on the light. There is no longer the sound of scampering and chirping of a beloved pet who was glad to see me or at least hopeful for some morsel of food. Cleaning out her cage each evening became a ritual of sorts. Joy would take her out of her cage and either hand her to me to hold or lift her to my face for little nose kisses. I miss the tickle of Tinkerbell's whiskers and the way she reached out her nose to touch mine.
Of course, Joy was a little young to get into the guinea pig pet care routine at first. But before long I had her cleaning out the cage like a pro. I would get tickled when the kids would set up obstacle courses for her in the den floor. Joy's friends enjoyed playing with her. She had quite a little personality!
Will there be another Tinkerbell? Not a chance, although I am entertaining the thought of buying a pair of guinea pigs at some point. They are really are delightful little creatures!