i am madly in love with the guinea pig. george may <3 roxie, don't get me wrong. yesterday he fell and was in terrible pain but when mom put that guinea pig on him, he felt 100 times better. he even said, "oooh, the guinea pig does make me feel less pain!" however, i maintain that my love of roxie is deeper, truer, and way more ridiculous. every time i walk past that cage, i talk to the guinea pig. i pick it up and live for the purr that so rarely happens which means it's really, REALLY happy. even though it pooped on me 3 times today and peed on me once, when i came home tonight i still held her and kissed her. george never kisses her. he doesn't remember the specific cooing noises. she pees on him; only once he forgets does he welcome her back. i am the one who remains entirely conscious of her history and continues, in spite of these occurrences, to remain dedicate to the pig named roxie. never in my life did i expect such a love to occur. but now that it has, i can't get enough of it. there is something so fantastic about a rodent-like creature nestling against your neck, making loud squeaking noises, that transforms a normal day into something roxie-riffic. LONG LIVE THE PIG!
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