Gosh, this past week has been crazy.  A week ago today, Kirby died in my arms.  And what’s weird is that around 2pm today (the time Kirby passed last Friday), I was holding a new Guinea pig in my arms.

The morning Kirby passed, I had purchased new bedding, food and hay.  Instead of returning it, I thought I’d find a guinea pig rescue to donate the items.  I found ONE small animal rescue in the greater Phoenix valley, about 45 minutes from my house.

In the pouring rain, I packed up the car with the items and made the trip out to AZ Piggie Poo Rescue.  When I walked in, I was greeted by the wonderful owner and a volunteer.  Talk about the nicest people in the world.  But better yet, I was greeted by the squeaks of guinea pigs surrounding me and it was music to my ears!

As I was handing over my donation, I was telling the owner my story of Kirby and what happened a week ago.  She was absolutely amazed and immediately said “No pressure, but I have someone I want you to meet.  I think he’d be a perfect fit for your situation.”

Oh dear God.

Of course, I didn’t deny meeting the little guy.  When they brought him out to me, there was an instant connection.  At that moment I felt so happy.  I know Kirby was with me, letting me know that it’s okay to open my heart and home to another piggy.

The little boy’s name is Sammy.  He’s about 2 years old and full of personality.  He was squeaking so loud out of happiness and a few times he would just stare at me.  Our souls connected.  I was petting and tickling him, and he would purr and squeak some more.  The owner and volunteer were stunned at our connection.

I can’t stop thinking about Sammy.  It’s only been a week since Kirby passed and I never thought I’d be able to have another pig again because Kirby meant so much to me.

When I got home, I filled out the adoption application immediately.  Something tells me I’m going to be making a trip out there tomorrow morning…I’m so in love.