He was a proud and mighty pig. A pig whose life was not nearly long enough--he was found cold and crescent rolling this morning. His noble and brief existence ended on Christmas Eve and I miss him very much. Radar Search was the best pig I ever had.
How does one properly eulogize a guinea pig?
He was a noble pig who allowed Valujet and Baby Titanic to crawl all over him when it was time to eat. We'll never more squeal with delight at breakfast and say, "Look! Baby's climbing Daddy!"
He was a determined pig. Only Radar could somehow escape a tank covered with a screen and three encyclopedia volumes and make it into St. Anne's tank--all without making a sound. No longer will we shake our heads at his antics and say, "How on earth did he manage that?"
He was a fertile pig. After his only surviving daughter, Valujet, was old enough, he knocked her up. Okay, so I won't mind not saying things like, "Gross! Get him offa her!"
He was a curious pig. Never able to sit still for long, Radar had important places to go, be they under the desk, on top of your head or up your pantleg. "You found him WHERE?" is something that will never be uttered in our household again.
Most of all, Radar Search was an adventure you could pick up in your hands and hold against your face. He smelled like a barn, but I loved him. I can't believe he's really gone.