Hello Percy here. It’s my turn to do a remember post about someone I didn’t meet.
Yesterday it was three years since Humphrey went over the Rainbow Bridge. Midge and Oscar arrived a few days later so they never met him either.
Humphrey was a sheltie type of guinea pig, with long, flowing hair, not like Dylan, Dougall and Neville’s because they are Peruvians, with long hair that has a number of whorls or rosettes in it. It means Humphrey looks smooth in his photos. Mummy think Roscoe has some sheltie in him, as he has medium length hair, but it doesn’t really show. She says it’s maybe one reason he reminds her of Auntie Dawn’s Saku. I never met Saku, either. Shelties are known for their calm, laid-back temperaments, and Humphrey got on with everybody, even Hector.
Like Roscoe and Neville, Humphrey and Hector were left all alone in their house when their owners moved away. Fortunately for Roscoe and Neville, someone found them quickly, but Humphrey and Hector were starving when they were found a month later. Humphrey was always very grateful that Mummy was his new Mummy. He used to look at her as if he couldn’t believe his luck. I know what that means.
Humphrey started getting very thin, although his body was still fat and his weight was fine. Mummy took him to the vet a few times, and eventually the vet found a lump growing inside him. It was too large to have an operation, and he died the next day. He had a very peaceful ending. He was a very peaceful person. I’ve been told all this by the piggies that went before me. Everyone liked Humphrey. He’s in the picture on the front page, lined up with Victor and Dylan and Dougall. Victor lived with him until he died earlier the same summer.
Mummy’s been watching my lump carefully. She says Dr Sally and she have decided to let me have an operation on it Wednesday fortnight. I think I’m looking forward to it, sort of. I’ll tell you all about it in afterwards. I’ve got another post to write before that, though.
Hi, Bertie here. I’ve been told it’s Colman’s day today.
I didn’t know Colman, so I asked Percy about him.
He said he didn’t know Colman. He died on 25th September 2015, which was a couple of months before Percy arrived. He said Kevin used to talk about him, because he was Kevin’s friend.
I didn’t know Kevin very well, so that didn’t help. Percy said Kevin was much younger than Colman, which is why he looks so much bigger in this photo. It was taken when Colman was very old. Colman was over seven years old when he died.
Wow! That’s ancient.
Apparently Midge and Oscar knew him. I asked Midge and he said he couldn’t remember, he was very young then. Percy said “Pish. I bet he remembers the birthday cake with seven candles.”
Midge said “Oh, yes, I remember that. He was the brown pig, lemon agouti it’s called.”
I’m silver agouti. It’s a very handsome colour. I expect Colman was very handsome in his prime. He looks like a nice chap.
It’s sad nobody really remembers him. Except Mummy. I bet Mummy remembers him.
It seems a very long time, but it’s a whole year since Dylan pined away for his brother, Dougall, and went over the bridge on February 26th.
Mummy missed him a huge amount to start with, and for a very long time after, although of course we cuddled her and helped her through it. She says she’s better now, although she still aches when she sees the videos she took of him.
I thought he was an interesting person. He seemed quite bossy, but he was very nice with it. Some pigs can be bossy and aggressive, but he just wanted everyone to do what he thought was best, and if you did that, all was fine. Mummy says he got a bit boisterous during his last birthday party, and she picked him up to keep him from spoiling things, and Kevin and Dougall and I ran around together just fine. He sat on her lap looking down on us, and he was quite calm. Maybe surveying us from a high point, watching over us, just suited him.
Kevin says life has been very quiet without him around. I can imagine that’s true. Never a dull moment with Dylan. What a character!