Mr. Squeakers

This is my favorite picture of my beloved guinea pig. I got him when I was a sophomore at SUNY Oswego because I was terribly lonely and I hated not having any pets- I was used to having cats and dogs around and my dorm room seemed so empty.

It might seem silly to mourn for a guinea pig, but he was the only one I ever had and he seemed to have such a big personality for such a little animal. I miss hearing him "run laps" around his cage in the mornings, and I miss his squealing when I fed him carrots (his favorite).

He passed away a couple summers ago, and I buried him the backyard where I was living. Ive moved since then, but he's never far from me.