Vincent came into our family in order to give William a buddy. He was a black and white Dutch guinea pig that I got on Halloween of 2004 at a pet store that will not be named. They claimed that he was four-weeks-old when I got him, but he still had a belly button scab and was about the size of a two-week-old. Vincent was pretty much a fatty. When he was little though, he could climb over the walls of the pigpen like nobody's business. Vincent and William lived together in sort of a father/son environment. Whenever William was out of the cage too long, Vincent would cry for him, and therein was the problem. When William died, Vincent wouldn't come out of the Pigloo, and so I had to go to the pet store the very same day and get Jude. They had an odd relationship, but it blossomed into something very sweet toward the end. Jude helped take care of Vincent during his last days, when he had a stroke and couldn't make it around the cage on his own. He died in my hands, and in his last moments, he must've seen William, because he started running toward him.