Mr. Moose, the sole remaining guinea pig, is beginning to show more signs of his advanced age. He has touches of lighter, grayish fur around his eyes and near his ears. He drinks a lot more water than he used to, causing Herself to be a bit concerned that he is becoming diabetic in his twilight years. She is not quite certain whether diabetes is treated in guinea pigs - the trauma of chasing him around his habitat to inject him twice daily, plus the infinitesimally small amount of insulin that would be necessitated, would render that unlikely. I think the only course of action would be insuring his quality of life is good. Right now, he's doing well. He still waddles serenely about in his habitat, lies in the hay (rather like sleeping in a giant pile of cornflakes, for he nibbles and dozes and nibbles more), consumes his pellets, and begs cheerfully for veggies on occasion. Who could ask for anything more?
I do not know how much longer he shall be with us. His cocoa-brown swirly fur, prodigious size, and amiable temperament will always remain in our minds and hearts, even when his time has passed.
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