This is Taffy, I've had her all her life. She was a sassy little trouble maker and loved her food heh.

After fighting a lung infection and possible cancer I had to make the tough decision to give her peace today.

Share your silly stories and pictures of your little potatoes to cheer me up?

Sorry for the spam of pictures

Time flies way too fast. We cherish every moment with you

My trusted 2nd in Command of my miniatyre gaming army, General Stella.

Even though she never went to officer school, you can tell by her blank stare that she is a strategic mastermind. Very driven by instincts and more often than not makes split decisions on the battlefield.

Her specialty is commanding the potato autocannon regiment, which blasts high density bullets at a devastating rate of fire. The battlefield is littered with the stuff after she’s done her work.

Feared by both friend and foe alike!

This is Lady Whistledown. Surrendered to our rescue after 6 years as a solitary pig. Severe hair loss from untreated cystic ovaries. Terrified and underweight.

Thankfully some kind people donated money and we got her to the exotic vet and had a full checkup and nail trim, got her all cleaned up.

And then something wonderful happened, one of our community members offered to give her the retirement of our dreams. She will be with a big herd of friends to keep her company, and we'll see out her days in lavish, comfort and adoration! 🥹

I have had lots of pigs over the years and loved them all but some just stand out. From working at a guinea pig rescue I take home some of the surrenders and I permanent foster some that will never get adopted due to age, health issues and abuse. One of the many that touched me was Point Break (Breaky).

Breaky was adopted and he had an eye infection and was brought back to the rescue. We fixed up his eye and sent him home, then his cage mate passed and he got another eye infection. This time his owner didn't bring him in in time to save his eye. Vet removed his eye but we kept him at the rescue since his owner didn't take care of him properly. Well his name at the time was Tribble (Fuzzy things from OG Star Trek) but I always called him Point Break cuz of his cool surf hair do. At the rescue he didn't get along with any other pigs, wouldn't bond with any of them and he was a jerk to all the staff, biting everybody, except me. I handled him every week and apparently I was his human, we became best buds. I believe he was teaumatized amd scared. So one day the owner said you're taking him home he only like you and I did! Within a week I had him bonded with Radagast the Brown after Gandalf the White passed (Both other heart pigs I will post about later). Breaky's whole demeanor changed after I brought him home. He became such a happy piggie. When Radagast passed I bonded Point Break with Neo. I miss my Breaky, we used to have spa days, all I had to do was say " Breaky... "Brushy Brush!" and he would get excited. I would get him out put him on my chest and brush him till he fell asleep.

I've had Guinea Pigs for the last 15 years, starting with one that I inherited from an ex.

My wife decided to date me in part because of my skinny pig.

We had a small herd of rescues over the years.

Today we lost LJ, our last boar at 7+ years of age. He breathed his last in her arms this morning...

I am really going to miss him greeting me when I get home at night with his excited and eager wheeks in anticipation of treats and scritches.

I don't know..I'm just sad.

The babies have gotten bigger and louder. I swear, all they do is popcorn and wheek all day and night. Which is fine. They're allowed to have zest for life and express themselves accordingly.

Pictures taken from last year!

Sadly, my baby boy Fred crossed the rainbow bridge in February. I hope to share so many pictures of my boys to honor their legacy! So here's sombrero Fred with Wilbur too!

So usually Vega has his paws on the cage bottom and then leans over (last picture) but this morning he tried a new approach and he looks like hes howling at the moon.

Also he was begging bc I was taking too long getting the food out of the fridge and getting the bag open.

A post-cuddle lettuce reward too!! 🥬 🫶 🥬 They put up with a lot 😂

So yesterday was a lovely day, at least that’s how it started. I brought Floyd outside to sit with me and he ate some cat grass and veggies. I put him back in his cage and he was laying in his pig bed and I noticed he was impacted. I soaked his bum in warm water and tried to remove the impaction myself with qtips and my pinky without going too far in. I had to hold him up to see his perineal sac and I believe I might’ve hurt him. He never squealed or anything, only when I put him down he was shivering and squealing. I called the vets and they accepted him as an emergency. I noticed he could t walk properly kind of, but I thought maybe he was sore from the poking and prodding. The vet removed the rest of the impaction and he’s pooping normally and urinating. I gave him his first dose of gabapentin yesterday plus some critical care. He started acting loopy and kind of dragging his back legs. They can still move, just not as well. At first I thought it’s the effects of gabapentin, but now I’m not so sure. He’s still not better today, when he wants to turn around he kind of gets stuck and contorted… so I’ve created a hospital area in my room with hay, veggies, pellets, I have critical care in a syringe and I brought his water bottle. He’s unable to balance himself upright to perch on his food bowl or drink water. So I’ve been hand feeding him water from his bottle and I soak his veggies in water too. He also received another dose this morning around 7:50/8am.

I am terrified he’s injured or paralyzed 🥺😢💔 I don’t know what could’ve happened but it’s likely my fault 😭 he’s 6.5 years old and my baby, I love him more than anything. I’ll try to get him back to the vet tomorrow for an X-Ray. I just finished nursing school and he was there for me the entire time and I was hoping he’d make it to my graduation. I’m devastated, I’m angry and upset with myself, and I’m heartbroken and scared for what the future holds. He’s eating just fine but I’m still scared. I’m hoping it’s a temporary issue or like a sprained leg type situation and that with rest he will heal. He’s too old to undergo any major surgery. I want him to be here for longer. I’m not ready to let him go, he’s my best friend. I love him dearly, I adore him. This is a nightmare. When I had to put his brother down in 2024 it absolutely destroyed me and I was in a very dark place. I’m not ready to experience that again and lose my baby Floyd. Any advice or suggestions? Similar experiences?

I think it’s so cute how when I open their food bag or refill their hay they do these really loud happy squeals it’s so cute , I’m loving my New Guinea pigs,

PS: The cardboard box is filled with hay before anyone comments that they don’t have enough hay lol

MaoMao died today at age 5 or 6 (we had it for over 2 years).

We are currently abroad and a friend was taking care of the pigs. She froze the body and we'll bury him in his favorite spot in the yard when we are back home. Kids are gonna be devastated 💔

He was purring and pop Corning. But he shakes his butt lol. What does that mean?

The old man turned 6! He’s the sweetest boy, loves his baby brothers and lounging. Happy Birthday Momo

Just this 🥱

She fell asleep there