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.