The Guinea Pig remembered me

I was relieved, you can even say that I was filled with joy! For tonight, the guinea pig showed me affection. I'm camping out with my cousin and his family and they have a guinea pig that I call pig. I don't know what his real name is, I don't think anyone knows for that matter. We all just call him pig. He's never really introduced himself. He use to live in the kitchen and every time the refrigerator door would open he would squeal and ask politely for a carrot. He loves those hard, tasty baby carrots. I enjoy feeding him carrots. He can be quite aggressive with that carrot, but in my heart I know it is because he loves them so much. Pig sure knows how to love. I didn't think he would remember me after a few months, I really didn't. He must of remembered those late nights I would hold him to my chest as he shivered with fear. I always gave him carrots. Tonight I walked to his cage in his new home in the garage and I said to him, "hello pig". He did not dart away and hide in his house, instead he came to the wire and sniffed my fingers as I stroked his bean like head with my index finger. At first I thought this was only in anticipation of a carrot, but then I quickly realized that he hung around the whole time. I think we were bonding again. Oh how I missed the guinea pig!