nice fall afternoons with Jimmy

the weather is just so amazing right now! as I write this I am sitting on a bench of my university, just taking it all in. this is definitely my favorite season.

lately I’ve been going outside more– you know, to take advantage of this blessing– and going outside means spending time with jimmy, our 3 year old golden retriever. we play fetch and we get dirty in the mud the light rains leave behind. we’re something like phil and lil from the Rugrats:

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jimmy loves it but I end up looking like angelica:

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see:

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dirty feets. some pictures of this day, since jimmy is a cute model (and since I’m kind of practicing my photo skills):

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we’re doing some construction around the house. hence the holes on the ground. jimmy is pretty careful with them. plus he already knows how to take out his ball if it gets stuck in there.

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did I mention that his ball is a star wars death star?! well, now after so much chewing it looks more like an egg star, ha! (get it, cuz it looks like an egg?)

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aw, happy jimmy.

well, this was our day. how was yours? :)

have a happy tuesday!

–diana

oh, by the way, this is the second “nice fall afternoons” post I’ve done. the first one was with napoleón and linda, the guinea pigs. you can check it out here :)

Napo <3

friends,

to what appeared to be the start of a good week, turned out to be one of the worst in my life.

My best friend of 5 years, my guinea pig, my baby boy, my adoration, Napoleón…left my side on october 28.

You don’t know how sad it makes me. I am heartbroken. Someone pulled my heart out and ran with it and my emotions; now I’m empty, left with sadness. All I want is to never leave my bed and sleep and maybe cry some more.

Some might say I’m exaggerating, but my goodness, I am not. That little man meant so much to me. You don’t know the number of nights I would come home from school stressed about life, and he would be there, ready to be carried by my arms to cuddle. I would put him on my chest and we would talk; he would make his piggy noises and I would tell him my day and how much I loved him. Suddenly it was all better. He made me better.

Other times he would just cry or touch me with his paw, and that his way of begging for me to carry him, and once I would do that, the crying would stop. He really was like my first kid…

I had him in my arms minutes after it happened– and thank God I was with him because he did not deserve to go alone– and I could not fathom what it would be like to come home to no one needing me. No one waiting for me to cuddle. No one to call by those unique nicknames one thousand times per day. I just… I would just see him, looking so peaceful, and part of my mind didn’t want to believe it and was hopeful he would wake up. I just really couldn’t comprehend. I also couldn’t understand how in the same year I had lost my childhood best friend, grandpa, and my young-adulthood best friend, Napoleón.

I have another guinea pig, Linda. I love her. I can tell she misses her buddy too. If I say her name she just looks up. If I say his name she goes crazy excited. Lately all else does is sleep. I go to her cage, play with her, give her floor time, and snacks, but I know she’d rather be alone (She bites me when I try to touch her). She’s just more independent than he was. However, I want her to know that I am here for her so I still get out of bed and spend time with her. She needs me now.

This is hard.

I got the flu too. I feel sick all over. My muscles ache. My head is pounding. I can’t breathe through my nose. I miss him terribly.

I just wanted to let you guys know since I consider you my friends, dear readers. I’m moping. And I didn’t want to keep it inside because I’d feel worse. I haven’t told anyone else other than those extremely close to me. I’m just not really in the mood to hear “I’m sorry.” Mostly cuz I’ll just start crying again.

The thought of the days to come without him feel out of place, weird, wrong, but with time I’ll learn to accept it. I know he lived a good life and did things many piggies don’t get to do– getting featured in a magazine, being a finalist in an instagram guinea pig contest, getting a blog named after him, changed people’s perspectives on guinea pigs (Oh, I’m so proud of him!).

I know someday I’ll see him again. I know he’s in a good place. I know he’s healthy and happy and probably has a plethora of his favorite foods with him.

He was an amazing, loving guinea pig.

There is so much more I want to say, but I can’t find the words to write or a way organize my thoughts. For now, I have memories, my writings, and pictures.

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By the way, today November 1st is the Day of the Dead in Mexico. I wrote this yesterday, but I waited to post this today because I felt it was appropriate since we are supposed to celebrate and honor those that have passed on by remembering them.

I love you Napoleón.

Thank you for everything.

p.s. I made a tag called napo in case you want to get to know him better or see pictures of him. I know I’m gonna do that just now.

silly photos of a human and a hedgehog

     

I am running late for class (and having a pug, a chihuahua, and a guinea pig next to me doesn’t help to get out of bed), but I wanted to share these pictures of last night with alexander the hedgehog, after david, his brother, and I went to watch The Martian! And yes, you should go watch it!

today I have a long day ahead of me –including dissecting a cat for my anatomy class– but I’ll be ok :) what are your plans this weekend?

have a happy friday!

diana

watching over little napoleon at night

My little baby.

I loooooove him!<3

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peek-a-boo!   
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I know he seems alright, but I was scared that maybe he was sick cuz I had offered him watermelon and he didn’t want it when he usually loves it, and he didn’t even come out of his bed when I called him when he’s usually the first one to wheek and run toward me. Then I brought cilantro and he only ate some. Linda ate both the watermelon and the cilantro and she ran to my feet when I called her name, in comparison.

I’ll keep an eye on him tonight. I think he was just tired or not hungry. Maybe it’s even his teeth that hurt, I don’t know. He’s a pretty big sleeper at night, so I hope it’s that. Either way he’s sleeping with me tonight just in case. (I keep peeking under my comforter to see him. He comes out and sleeps next to me occasionally. Right now he’s next to me foot.)

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My poor baby. I hope you’re fine. :(

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I was cleaning my laptop when I came across these two pictures from 2010. 5 years ago. The year Napoleon came to be my pet and hairy roommate.

Oh how I love this little creature. Every day he makes us all laugh, he follows me around my room, and whistles like there’s no tomorrow whenever he hears someone in the kitchen.

He’s also such a nice big brother to his little sister. He’s such a good leader when it comes to exploring new territories. He sometimes doesn’t like to share his food or bed, so he grrs and chases Linda. But that’s just normal brother-sister love!

Also he’s a little grump. But I wouldn’t change him for anything in the world!

Well, I’m off to pet him and try to convince him to sleep with me (although he almost never wants to :( little man likes his freedom and his own bed, haha).

I just wanted to share those two pictures with you because I really liked them and because I can’t believe he’s been with me five years already! He has taught me so much and he doesn’t even know it.

I love my piggies so much.

Goodnight!