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5 Joys
1. My furbabies!
2. The beach
3. Hugs from boys. :)
4. Naps
5. A nice glass of Pinot Noir

5 Fears
1. Dying
2. Dying naked
3. Drowning
4. Losing a loved one
5. Snakes

5 Obsessions
1. RBs
2. Red wine
3. My computer
4. Animals
5. Music

5 Surprising Facts
1. I can tie a knot in a cherry stem with my tongue
2. I only cheered for two years
3. I sleep with a stuffed Tiger at night
4. My best friends in High school were all guys.
5. I am terribly shy

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The story of Pablo, Pooka and Peanut. My three little piggies

When my boyfriend asked me to move to Florida with him 5 years ago, I said no. I told him I could never leave my friends, family or my furbabies. Finally, I realized that he was the one for for me and if I didn't go, I would lose him forever. The catch was that none of my pets could go, but we would only gone a year, two tops. I decided that my dog, Bella, could stay with my parents and I would come back and get Rhaja. I knew we weren't buying a house and finding an apartment to take Bella would be really hard.

So, since I had never NOT had a pet, I told him a wanted a guinea pig. I picked out a black abyssinian male piggie at Petco and decided I would name him Pablo. I told M about my find and he went on my birthday and gave me Pablo. Only, this wasn't the male I picked out. Pablo was now a girl. :)

Pablo was a very vocal and sweet piggie. She loved to eat carrots, cucumbers and romain lettuce, but hated having her nails trimmed. She made the move with us later that year in May and was thriving! I had done a lot of research on guinea pigs and decided that since they were so social, Pablo needed a friend. M said that once we both had jobs, we could get Pablo a friend. The day came and I picked out her friend, Pooka. She and Pooka used to chase each other all around their cage and wake us up. It was really annoying at 1:30 in the morning.

Six months later, M and I moved to our own apartment and the furbabies even had their own room. Things were going well and I had even started a new job a vet clinic and was really enjoying learning new things and playing with all kinds of animals. And as a bonus, I was making lots of new friends. One of my new friends was a techinician that actually bred and showed guinea pigs and had some new babies that needed homes. Well, me being the animal lover that I am decided that since we already had two, let's just have three. So, Peanut soon joined our household.

We noticed a lot of chasing, squeaking and "brring". We had bought them a nice large cage and a big new house. All three would squeak whenever we would come home. One day, about a year later, M and I came home to a very quiet apartment. I called to the piggies, but I didn't hear a response. I looked at M and he looked at me, it was like we knew.

We both ran into the "kids" room and saw Pooka. She was gone. I won't give you full details, but it was murder. I think the other piggies knew Pooka was my favorite. Pooka would actually take naps with me and just loved to cuddle. I also think that Pooka was a bully. We noticed that after she was gone, there wasn't as much chasing or "brring".

Finally, after three years (three dogs, two cats and two hamsters later) M and I were married and moving to Kansas. We had just gotten married in April, bought a house in June and had new jobs by July. We had two dogs, Pita and Austin. Bevo, the third dog, was a rescue that developed parvo and we only got to know him for a few short days. We were very blessed to have had that special time with him. We had our two cats, Rhaja and KC and two piggies, Pablo and Peanut.

It was a great time in our lives. Then, as you all know, Easter happened. My baby, Peanut, was gone. I kissed that nose almost every single night. I still kiss her picture that hangs in the furbabies room.

Now, here are six months later. My husband, M, has decided he now longer wants to be married. We have been married for only a year and half and together for nearly 6. We will be selling our beautiful house and going our separate ways. As if that news wasn't bad enough, on Wednesday, October 1, Pablo left me.

I woke up and realized that Pablo never squeaked her morning hello to me. I ran to her cage and found her just lying there. Death had taken her overnight. I am so devasted. I still cry when I see the empty space on my dress that was once occupied by her cage.

On August 27, 2008, I had a tumor removed from her left hip and sent it off. The report said is was just a lipoma and was nothing to worry to about. She did very well after the surgery. She had her energy back and squeaked for me all the time! She ran up to say hi and grab her morning and evening treats. I am not sure what happened, but I think she may have developed a cold. I had noticed earlier that week, her squeak was little different sounding, but I just figured it was me. I guess I was right. I regret being asleep and not being able to hold her and let her know how much I loved her. I will also always regret that I was so tired and didn't tell her goodnight.

I know that some people may think it's silly to be so upset about a piggie, but those kind of people have no hearts.

R.I.P. Pablo M. C******. 2/14/2004-10/1-2008