My Purzel.

This might be a rather boring Blog to you but it's something that I really feel like writing about. It gives me both a sad and a happy eye.



Today is May 31 and this day reminds me each year of the birthday of my old guinea pig Purzel Molly
I loved him so much (well in a pet-love kinda way XD) and he became a really old man.

I remember when I was little I always wanted to have a guinea pig but my parents didn't like it. So at every chance - Christmas, Easter, birthday - I said I wanted a guinea pig and nothing else. So after a while I finally got one. You should have seen my face XD. I was 9 years old and discovered a cage on our balcony. And then I asked, now that I have a cage, if I would also get a guinea pig, not realizing that there was already one in there. He was so small and when I put him on my hand he was shaking.
My Purzel.

You probably can imagine that I was the happiest girl on the planet.

He was a very laid back guinea pig and he never ran away. I could have sat him in the garden and gone away and if I came back 2 hours later he would still sit there. XD

AND he was gay. He always tried to have sex with my friend's guinea pig. Back then I didn't really know what it meant yet.

But then he got cancer Molly He was 6 or 7 years old and one morning I woke up and my grandma told me he fell asleep in the morning. He would never wake up again. I remember how much I cried. I kinda saw it coming but I never wanted to realize it. My mom didn't allow me to hug him one last time after he died. I only was allowed to touch him with a glove. But from what I felt he already started to get stiff. It felt weird.

Now he has a beautiful place in our garden under a bloomy tree. And whenever I visit my parents I go there. Still. Even after all those years.


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little me (9 years) with my Purzel
Posted on May 31st, 2007 at 03:51pm

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