A week ago today my beautiful and wonderful Fluffy passed away after a few weeks’ sickness. This guinea pig was not just a silly old guinea pig; she was my first true pet, and she was a good one. Over the years I watched as people screamed at her (thinking she was a rat), held her like a baby (thinking she was the cutest thing alive), and overall saying, time and time again: “How fat is this thing?” The answer to that question… Huge!
We got this sweet pig in the summer of 2014 before my junior year of high school. During my last two years of high school, Fluff was an incredible therapeutic almost-stuffed animal who would squeak as I held her and did my homework. She was incredibly docile in those years, even when my sister and I fought over who would hold her and “exercise” her.
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