In the spring of 2008, my roommate bought two guinea pigs for us. We named them Crème Puff and S’mores. I’ve always been fond of guinea pigs, because a guinea pig was my first non-fish pet as a child. When I eventually moved out, the guinea pigs came with me. My husband loved them right away, and we doted on our boys, giving them all the love and attention we could. We stuck with them even when Crème Puff developed heart trouble that required constant vet visits and twice daily oral medication. They were our darlings. Continue reading »