9 bunnies. 15 guinea pigs. 7 rats. 1 lizard – bearded dragon. 2 hamsters. 1 mouse. Plus one guinea pig who is pregnant currently in foster.
Today I got the note from a friend in bunny rescue. A desperate plea from a local shelter. These little ones have until Friday. The cats are already on immediate euthanasia upon surrender.
Daily I write of human pain.
It is the animals that bring me to my knees. Waiting for execution in a cackling, echoing, painful
It is video and music night in our household. Xopher is playing Skyrim, while Picckalo sits on his chest and tries to give him advice, but Boss Kvenel keeps smacking Xopher down anyway. Picckalo sighs and naps under Xopher’s chin.
In the background, I listen to music and write. Most of my life is writing now, though increasingly it is of the sort that I do not enjoy. As the muscles weaken, my prior life of action fades. I am afraid that I will become a tourist where I once was
Maybe it was the Abby summit. Jumble the Fierce going up to the grids that face Grace’s pen and wheeking at her softly. Grace bouncing over and getting up on her hind legs to respond. No growling, no chattering of teeth. Just wiggly wheeking. Somehow, the idea that Grace was ever shy or nervous is hard to imagine. I do believe it. I just cannot imagine what someone must have done to such a vibrant pig to cause her nervousness or fear.
Grace is sleek and glossy and has the softest hair