smhufflepuff
super-duper hedgiepig
Satin, my love, I hope I did right by you. I tried to be the best hedgiemommy I could be. I remember picking you up when you were a wee baby... 6 weeks old. You liked running around me - literally. And made a poop. Your first poop on me. Oh my girl.
I remember thinking about your name. How my friend, your "aunt" Mirranda, suggested Satin somewhat facetiously, but how it grew on me. Mirranda is your middle name. And Hufflepuff because that is what you do... you did... you made quiet little huffs and puffs. My girl. My big girl. My Satin Mirranda Hufflepuff.
I'm going to miss waking up each morning and seeing you. The light huff you made to let me know where, under you liner, you were that day. How you'd always stand up, so I could slide my fingers under your soft warm belly and pick you up. And we'd snuggle.
I will miss you in the evening. Your huff, playtime, snuggletime. The poopruns! I wonder if there is any other hedgie-human duo who does that. You trained me well... my hands a little treadmill for you to run on. My sweetie.
I will miss seeing you run around your home and to your dishes the moment I set you back in at night, they way you could focus so intently on eating your kibbles. The sheer excitement of mealworm time. You attacking your little plastic truck! How you'd stop in mid-sprint if you saw someone watching you on your wheel - but I saw you... sometimes... it was such a joy to see you run.
Wow... those poopboots when you were a baby... and a kid... and a young adult. They were impressive. Your little feet grew cleaner as you grew older... you wheeled less.
The day I found your lump. Oh, what a day. That was hard.
We've had our challenges, haven't we? But, boy, what a trooper you've been. You worked so hard to get over the problems you've run into. You're my fighter.
You've always had that bright look. You fuzzy little bed-head - fur swept to the side... all swept forward on your right and back on the left. That was adorable. You are adorable.
I hope I did right by you Miss Satin. You were very loved. I hope I didn't end things too early for you; nor too late. You had such a sparkle in your eyes. You were so good at communicating. I love... simply love... how you'd stand on the floor in front of me, put your two front paws on my legs and look up into my eyes. I loved as you pawed the edge of my t-shirts to climb under and up on my belly.
Bath time - you never did care much for that. It wasn't your thing. I suppose you don't have to worry about the bath anymore. Or how eating became difficult. Or any more owwies. I'm so sorry. I am sorry that it happened to you. I wish it were different.
Four years, two months, and two weeks. I know it's a lifetime... your lifetime in fact... but it feels all too short. I wish we had more days together. More mealworms. More snuggles. More wheeling. More love.
They'll always be love though. I will always have love for you my girl. I love you.
I love you.
I remember thinking about your name. How my friend, your "aunt" Mirranda, suggested Satin somewhat facetiously, but how it grew on me. Mirranda is your middle name. And Hufflepuff because that is what you do... you did... you made quiet little huffs and puffs. My girl. My big girl. My Satin Mirranda Hufflepuff.
I'm going to miss waking up each morning and seeing you. The light huff you made to let me know where, under you liner, you were that day. How you'd always stand up, so I could slide my fingers under your soft warm belly and pick you up. And we'd snuggle.
I will miss you in the evening. Your huff, playtime, snuggletime. The poopruns! I wonder if there is any other hedgie-human duo who does that. You trained me well... my hands a little treadmill for you to run on. My sweetie.
I will miss seeing you run around your home and to your dishes the moment I set you back in at night, they way you could focus so intently on eating your kibbles. The sheer excitement of mealworm time. You attacking your little plastic truck! How you'd stop in mid-sprint if you saw someone watching you on your wheel - but I saw you... sometimes... it was such a joy to see you run.
Wow... those poopboots when you were a baby... and a kid... and a young adult. They were impressive. Your little feet grew cleaner as you grew older... you wheeled less.
The day I found your lump. Oh, what a day. That was hard.
We've had our challenges, haven't we? But, boy, what a trooper you've been. You worked so hard to get over the problems you've run into. You're my fighter.
You've always had that bright look. You fuzzy little bed-head - fur swept to the side... all swept forward on your right and back on the left. That was adorable. You are adorable.
I hope I did right by you Miss Satin. You were very loved. I hope I didn't end things too early for you; nor too late. You had such a sparkle in your eyes. You were so good at communicating. I love... simply love... how you'd stand on the floor in front of me, put your two front paws on my legs and look up into my eyes. I loved as you pawed the edge of my t-shirts to climb under and up on my belly.
Bath time - you never did care much for that. It wasn't your thing. I suppose you don't have to worry about the bath anymore. Or how eating became difficult. Or any more owwies. I'm so sorry. I am sorry that it happened to you. I wish it were different.
Four years, two months, and two weeks. I know it's a lifetime... your lifetime in fact... but it feels all too short. I wish we had more days together. More mealworms. More snuggles. More wheeling. More love.
They'll always be love though. I will always have love for you my girl. I love you.
I love you.
I'm so sorry for your loss. You can't doubt that you did right by her when you obviously loved her very very much. She had a great life no matter how short and she was lucky to have a constant, loving home that gave her so much.
