Farewell Queek

I'm sad to say that Queek the guinea pig passed away last night.

Two things were true about Queek: he loved the little fuzzy ends that came in his hay and he loved the ladies. He could much through those fuzzy ends like nobody's business. It was fun to watch how he sucked them down. I think he would judge a batch of hay on the number of fuzzies it had. Once he zipped through those, he was done with that batch and squeak for more.

Queek and I had an OK relationship; I fed him and gave him scratches (and the aforementioned fuzzies). We'd chat about stuff. He was so-so on his former pen mate Magnet. They never really quite got a long and each had to have their own pigloo. I think he didn't really care for us because we were guys; Queek was a ladies guinea pig. He would get very excited whenever The Bat, Barnelia or The Bat's Mom came in the room. He'd run to the front of his pen and tilt his head up just waiting for a pet (which they often gave him). He got so excited last time he saw Barnelia he nipped her (clearly out of love because he wasn't a mean spirited piggy).

The Bat and I said our goodbyes and buried him in the backyard next to the new flower bed. He'll get a sunflower when it comes time to plant.

Thank you everyone who took care of Queek and Magnet while The Bat and I were away.