Dean has always enjoyed being held and petted. But Sammy would always struggle and nip at my arms when I hold him. It made me a little bit sad that he didn't like to be loved on because he's so adorable. He still has that high speed motor and has to be scolded by Dean once in awhile. He still plays with his wicker ball too. I'm glad he's settled down yet still has the spirit of a young pup.
His cute face peeking out over the side of his cage pan was the first thing I saw when I walked into the guinea pig room before we moved to Missouri and when I opened my eyes in the morning after we moved here and I got to have them in my room. His cage is right next to the head of my bed at eye level when I'm laying down. Waking up will never be be the same without him. I will miss his cute face. He knew Scruffy, BJ and Oreo, so I know he's already found them and they are grazing together in the green grass of the Rainbow Bridge. Rest in sweet peace my sweet little Sammy. Words and pictures don't do you the justice you deserve for enriching our lives.
This is Sammy and Dean on the first day I brought them home. I didn't have a big enough cage for them as I didn't plan on adopting them. I remember the days of switching between the day pen and the night cage while I waited on their cage to arrive.
I was fascinated with his blend of browns with the white from the first time I saw him. I just had to adopt him. I am still fascinated with it to this day. I will always be. It was one of his best features.
Grazing outside has always been an important part of what I do with my guinea pigs; taking every precaution for their safety of course. It teaches them to forage and it adds valuable nutrients to their diet as long as its clean and free of pesticides, chemicals and fertilizer. When it was not safe for them or not possible to have them outside, I always pick fresh grass and bring it to them. It was Sammy's favorite treat. Sammy was what you might call a grass guzzler.
Sammy was very squirrely during lap time. I really had to hold on to him carefully or he would run right off of my lap onto the floor. I think it was his desire to explore everything around him, including my face. It took near nothing to get his curiosity up. That is of course unless I bribed him with grass or a carrot.
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He interacted well with the other pigs. The only exception was when they were outside. I even had to separate him from Dean while they were outside or Sammy would get after him. Normally Dean was the dominant pig, even though Sammy was bigger and outweighed him by several ounces. That changed whenever they went outside.
This is the greeting I got every time I approached him once he got used to us. It's also the view I got every morning after we moved, except from a slightly lower angle.
Did I mention Sammy had a motor? Well here is proof! I still laugh at this one.
Sammy may be gone, but he will forever live on in our hearts and memories. He is a ray of sunshine on a cloudy day. I'm thankful and blessed to have been part of his life. This video says it all and I dedicate it to my Sammy. I will see you on the other side, baby boy
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