Well, poor little sick guinea pig was fine when I left for work. Upright, moving a bit. But, by the time I got home, there was no trace of him in the pen. Making me think that he had passed on, and was eaten to protect the other herd members.

I knew he was a long shot, and still have  17 babies born in the last few weeks out of 7 sows, making a total of 62 piggies. Won’t know their sex until sorting day when I get back from CA.