Kyyo The Love

In the last two days I have reconnected with my love of over two years, Farmville.  I took nearly a month off - GASP - that's probably my symptom of some sort of depression! I love my farmville.....and I became lazy, disinterested, blah about it right as we got what could basically be my favorite type of farm - the permanent Halloween farm!  Well, my mother the elixir somehow got me back to it.  I think it's because we were chatting on the phone.  My hands needed something to do.  And I feared that my virtual animals were starving.  

Last week, while waiting for the pot to boil on Election night, I held my sweet little Kyyo as I could tell that this was it, he wasn't going to get better anymore.  I held him for three hours and was surprised when I woke up the next morning and he was still alive.  When I touched his fur, his body was already cold, even though he was alive.  He wouldn't be hand fed, his mouth wouldn't even respond when I tried to give him water via eyedropper.  I held him up eye level and asked him through tears if this was it...if he was giving up on me.  

Animals for whatever reason, truth or fancy, seem to comfort us as they are leaving us.  Animals to me, are so much smarter than us.  They are still connected to the Source, having never lost it.  They never seem to lose that innate attachment to what matters.  His eyes seemed to let me know more than I'd be able to put words to.  I wrapped him to keep him warm and held him close for a few hours on Wednesday night, hoping I'd stay awake while he passed so that he wouldn't be in his cage when it happened.  Unfortunately, I couldn't stay up much longer than midnight and had to say goodbye then.  I knew he wouldn't be around when I got up.  

I feel it is important to let an animal know how important they are, and to thank them for being a part of the family.  I don't see how it's possible not to grow and learn from our animals.  It may even be something seemingly small, but it's there. 

Kyyo was my docile man.  Unless you put him around another male guinea pig.  Then he would rumble strut and attack.  Most of the time he wanted to hang out in his hut and would never put up any sort of fuss if you wanted to hold him.  His pickiness would rotate.....if he liked carrots yesterday, there was no guarantee that he would like them today.  

I finally buried him yesterday, on an unseasonably warm, beautiful November day.  I only had a spade with which to dig and chose a place in the woods next to the driveway.  I buried him with his beloved pink hut.  Yes it was pink....Kyyo was very secure in his masculinity.  The spade handle broke, leaving me with just the rusty metal part.  I carved out what I could in the ground but it wasn't as deep as I would have liked.  So like a cat, I covered up the rest with a ton of dirt, leaves, sticks and debris.  When I pull in and out of the driveway, I look over and feel some sense of peace that I can see where he is.  He is still greeting me when I come home.