My guinea pig Vincent just passed away today. Buried him under the pine tree in our backyard right between two close roots. I sent him off with a bit of food pellets, a bunch of timothy hay, and a handful of the shredded paper he loved to romp through. He was old beyond the regular life span of a guinea pig and had a tumor near his rump so I was kind of expecting it would happen soon. It was still a blow though.

Goodbye Vincent. You demanded quite a lot, but you were still a good piggy. May you run through fields of timothy hay and hills of fruits and veggies that your little piggy tummy can handle.

I'll miss you.