Checquers Died TodayHe was my black-and-white guinea pig. We're not sure how old he was, around eight years, maybe more. This morning we saw it coming. He lost interest in eating yesterday, and today he wouldn't even stick his nose out of his plastic house to sniff his morning treats of lettuce and celery. I moved his house, hoping to entice him to eat, but he just crawled back into it and laid down, his back legs so weak he couldn't stand up. We kept checking on him, and the last time we checked he'd died.
I dug a grave out under the tulip tree, alongside the graves of other piggies we've lost over the decades. I had a cigar box to use as a coffin, and I wrapped him in paper towels so only his head was uncovered, and tucked in a little teddy bear next to him so he wouldn't be alone. My wife went to the supermarket and picked up a bouquet of flowers. I cut some small to put in the box with him, and the rest I spread over the box when I buried him. I covered his grave with field stone to stop any animals trying to dig him up. I'll miss him.