Oscar Stew

The hole in Drew’s heart could only stay empty for so long. He still loves Oscar, but it was time for a new pig in his life…oh yes, there is a new pig on the block!

Hello, my name is Edgar!

You might think we are crazy for jumping back into piggyhood so quickly. I can think of a dozen things I’d rather do than clean a rodent cage. But, the look on Drew’s face makes it totally worth it. totally. And I can’t imagine not having a guinea garden this year. Can I get therapy for guinea separation anxiety? oy.

Edgar was living with some good friends of ours, but he and his piggy roommate were having trouble communicating in a diplomatic fashion. We are so grateful that they shared their piggy wealth with us. Scoob and Edgar hit it off great, I think they will be great friends. Drew was very excited to be a “piggy daddy” again. Edgar loves to be held, scratched behind the ears, and cucumbers.

Edgar is good at sniffing out his favorite foods. Here he is hot on the lettuce trail, despite being distracted by a juicy carrot. Oh, the temptation…

Mommy & Drew made Edgar feel welcome by making him some piggy pockets, which keep him nice ‘n’ cozy. Notice Drew has switched legs. Again.

Edgar loves hiding out in his pockets; he believes they are a bulletproof fortress against cats and other pests. If he can’t see Cheddar, then the cat isn’t out to get him, right?

And the adventure begins…

Well, it’s time to move on. Thanks for your condolences! Oscar Stew will spew forth without the Oscar.

Hey Scoob, hey Fred! What are you guys up to? What’s the matter? Why do you look so angry? And what’s with the nametags?

Who would have thought that they would take a stand against nicknames? Are “Scoob” & “Fred” getting old? Or maybe it is the plethora of other silly names they get called. This lasted a few hours, and they were very insistant that there be no more nicknames. Whatsoever! *foot stomp*

I immediately started to panic. My mind was racing, trying to come up with anyway possible to get around the new rule. They were persistent and stood their ground. And then, I offered them a brownie. And all was forgotten.

Kids are so easy.

We said goodbye to Oscar yesterday. As we drove Drew talked about the fun times and great memories he had. Drew wanted to make sure Oscar knew that he was still thinking about him, so we made a list of all the things Drew loved about Oscar on two balloons.

We chose a nice quiet spot and Drew let the balloons go.

Drew was just sure that Heavenly Father was going to catch the balloons and read them to Oscar.  How else do you explain death to a 5-year-old?

Up, up, and away.

Drew was pretty broken up after letting the balloons go. Daddy explained that Oscar was happy and soon he would have Drew’s balloons…

Drew marked a spot nearby where he could always go to remember Oscar, complete with parsley – Oscar’s favorite treat.

Goodbye Oscar! We love you!