Bertie watches over Percy

I miss Percy dreadfully

I’m very sad at the moment. I was all alone upstairs in the run when Mummy took Percy to the dentist last week. Then I was all alone again when she took him somewhere else for a couple of nights. She did tell me what she was doing, but I didn’t understand, except for her coming back after two darks.

When she left, Percy had been wobbling about his cage a lot. He told me he was feeling very funny. Mummy said he’d had a funny turn at the dentists and she was glad he’d pulled through. He wasn’t all right though.

Then when she came home after the two darks Percy had gone over the Rainbow Bridge. I think I knew he’d gone after the first dark. There was a sort of shimmer in the fabric of guinea pig space. That’s what Percy told me about when Midge died. It’s the way we guinea pigs communicate across time and space. That’s what he said, anyway. I told him I didn’t understand and he said I would in time.

Then I asked what is time, and he said he wrote about it the other day. Fred wrote about it too. I said I didn’t know Fred, and he just said ‘you will’ in that funny way he did when he talked about time.

So I’m very confused and I’m on my own now.

I was very lonely and then Mummy brought me downstairs to the kitchen for my run and when she picked me up I went in a new cage in the kitchen. It’s not as big as the upstairs run, but it has got a little ledge for me to sit on and I can look out of the window and at Roscoe and Neville and Biggles. Roscoe stands up at the edge of his cage and looks back at me. I don’t really like it, but it’s better than being on my own upstairs when Mummy’s out.

She says she still talks to me when she’s upstairs as if I’m there, and she misses me, but it’s best if I’m with the other piggies. I have spoken to Neville during floor time. He’s very nice. I am still not talking to Biggles, though. Neville said I should because he’s nice too. Roscoe’s a bit scary on the floor and Mummy picks him up before she puts me down, but leaves Neville for a while so we can chat.

I miss Percy. And my upstairs run. Mummy says I’ll be back in it some day, probably in winter when I can’t go outside. It’s easier to go outside from here.

Mummy reminded me to tell you we’ll now be in mourning until mid-July. We were going to come out of mourning for Midge this week, but now we have seven more weeks, because that’s the right number for mourning.

But Mummy says we can still have a cake for Princelings Day like she’s been planning. That’s 13th June. Percy would have explained it all much better. I miss him.

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Roscoe

Grass at last!

Way-aye, Roscoe here.

We’ve had some lovely days of weather, and some lovely grass time too. Mam brought us in last night when we’d only been out a wee while, but then she came back after bein’ out at golf all day.  She did that Friday too. But she’s been givin’ us an hour or two in the garden each day, and that’s nice.  She’s also been givin’ us some nice fresh leaves from the garden each morn’n – yum!

Mostly we’ve been runnin’ in a nice large area between the veggie patches and the patio thing. I think we’ve done a grand job of mowin’ that, so I hope we go out to a new patch today.

Bertie has had his own little stretch of grass that goes around the corner to meet up with Biggles and Percy, then their bit comes back alongside the veggie patch to meet us.  I like bein’ able to speak to all of them.  I spend a fair few minutes each day standin’ at the bars, whifflin’ at them to come across and chat.  Sometimes they do, sometimes they don’t.  Depends how busy they are with the mowin’, I’d say.

I reckon Bertie isn’t eatin’ anywhere near enough of his grass.  It’s easy to say well, he’s only one person, but he’s done less than half what Biggles and Percy have eaten. Then again, Neville and I have a patch that’s more than twice Bertie’s, and we’ve been ‘very diligent’, as Mam would say.

I don’t think Mam’s taken any photos, though, so you’ll have to make do with old ones.

April grass

Did you notice that young Bertie blogged again last week?  Percy says he’s right grown-up since Midge died. Aye, it’s an experience to be with a pig near the end of his life.  Makes you think.

Apart from Percy’s lump, we’re all fine here.  Percy says sometimes he’s fine, sometimes he’s not.  He gets by though.  He’s a bonny lad.

Kevin likes his cakeSee you next time.

PS Percy reminded me that it’s Kevin’s anniversary on Wednesday so we might be a bit sad that day.  But I never knew Kevin, so Neville and I will just be respectful, like.

Percy’s still sad and his lump’s back

Hello everybody, it’s Bertie here.  I’m back!

Percy didn’t feel like blogging today.  He’s okay, he’s eating, which he wasn’t at the start of last week.  Mummy is much happier about him.  He’s on morning and evening meds because his lump has come back.  It’s moved though.  It’s now behind his jaw.  I can’t tell the difference but Percy says he can.  Mummy can feel it too.

We miss Midge. He was fun to live next door to, because I could tease him.  Percy’s not so easy to tease.  Mummy says I shouldn’t tease anyway because he’s not well. But Percy’s missing Midge, even though they did a lot of bickering recently.  Percy says Midge probably wasn’t well and we didn’t realise.  Okay.

We haven’t been out in the garden this week.  Mummy says it’s been cold and wet.  But it was sunny one day when we had visitors.  Mummy was pleased because it helped the house and garden look nice. Mummy’s been clearing all the boxes from our room, and tidying up her desk and our things.  It looks pretty good now, I can tell you.

Apart from that, I’m looking forward to going outside again, because I like the feel of real grass on my feet. The birds all sing at us too, and tell us off if there’s something they want in our run. A squirrel came and swung on the tube that hangs on a post nearby.  She was nearly as big as us, but had a long bushy tail.  I thought it was very clever the way she used her hands to take the pellets from the tube.  I just eat mine with my mouth, which she did too, but she also put her hand in the hole and pulled out some to put in her mouth.  Maybe I should try that.  I’ll let you know how it goes.

Apparently today’s the anniversary of the Great Escape from Jersey.  Percy says Kevin used to talk about it.  He came with Colman to live here and a lot of other piggies went all over the place.  I think someone still lives with Auntie Doris and Uncle Bob.  Here’s a photo of Kevin and Colman when Col was getting old.

Kevin with Colman

And here they are on the day they arrived here.  Percy has that white and red thing in his cage with him at present.  It’s to keep him company.

Colman and Kevin 30.4.12
Colman and Kevin April 30 2012
percy

Happy Easter

Hello everybody.  Happy Easter from me, Percy, and all the others here at George’s Guinea Pig World.

Midge, Percy & Bertie floor time

We had a nice couple of days last week and Mummy brought us in a little bit of grass on one of them.  She said the grass isn’t growing as much as it did before the snow, though.  And then, guess what?  It snowed again last night!  It turned to rain agin, but it’s still too cold out there for us to go outside.

Mummy’s been very busy cleaning and tidying.  She stands by her box of paper and tears it up for hours on end, then she takes the box downstairs and comes back with it all empty.  Then she fills it up again.  It’s funny to watch her, but I suppose it’s a bit like eating hay.  As soon as you finish, more arrives.

I’ve stopped taking my metacam for a bit.  Mummy says there’s no sign of my lump, and if it comes back I can have the metacam again.  I’m having the nutrimed instead, which is also supposed to help keep the lump down.  Nutrimed is better for me because it’s not so strong and better for my kidneys.  But sometimes metacam is the right thing to have, and sometimes nutrimed is better.   I’m happy if Mummy’s happy.  She’s giving me and Midge both a Joint Support tablet in the evening, and I think that is doing both of us good.  Midge seems much less grouchy now he’s having that.  It has something called glucosamine in it, and it’s good for our joints.  This is Kevin with the Joint Support bottle.

Kevin with Joint Support

Bertie gets very jealous if he doesn’t have something, so Mummy gives him a few pellets of our Pro-Fibre.  He loves them!  Well, so do we.  We have a small scoop each in the evening. It helps our digestion. Midge likes them because it means we’ve got more in our foodbowl.  He loves eating out of his food bowl.  I do too, but not as much as Midge does.

Anyway, we’re all well, and everyone downstairs is fine, too.  I know, because I usually get to have a quick chat to Neville in the morning before Mummy puts me back after my run.  See you in a couple of weeks.

More grass please, Mummy!

Hi, Percy here.

percy

This week the sun was shining a lot, and some days Mummy brought us in some real grass from the garden.  It’s not long, and there’s not much of it, but it’s really nice.  Mummy says it’s far too cold for us to go out yet.  Although Roscoe told me that a few days Mummy has left the door ajar when she’s gone out and he didn’t think it was that cold.

My teeth seem to be working properly again, and Mummy’s very pleased with me.  I’m not sure my bottom is working properly, though.  Sometimes it feels a bit sore then Midge comes and asks what’s wrong and I tell him to go away.  Then Mummy asks what’s wrong and why are we bickering.  I think she thinks I might have something wrong, but doesn’t know what.  I suppose that means I’ll see Dr Sally soon.  Maybe it’s a good idea, but I prefer to be left to get on with things quietly on my own, really.

Neville & Roscoe with a bit of box

Roscoe’s very happy cos he’s off his meds, and even happier because he’s finishing up any of my special brew that I don’t drink in the mornings.  His scar is all healed with no more stuff underneath it, and his hair is growing back.  Neville’s teeth are growing too.  They are about three-quarter length, and Mummy says she needs to make sure the bottom ones don’t grow too long and upset the balance of his chewing.

And that’s the news from here, really.  It would have been Victor’s tenth birthday tomorrow if he’d still been here.  That’s ancient.

Victor waits