My Guinea Pig Is DyingI'm not quite sure what to feel... Sad, yes, but I've never really felt sad about death, just numb.
She's been getting skinnier for the past six months. Thats the only way you can tell a guinea pig is getting sick; if they showed any other signs, they'd make a better target for predators. And I noticed, when I would pick her up to change her bedding, that she was getting thinner.... I never did anything... I'm wondering if I should have now.
This past week, she falls over on her side and can't get up. She rarely squeaks at me for food when I pass the cage, and she just lays there quietly, in the patch of sunlight coming from the window, or in her little pink "pigloo." It's ironic, but it makes me kind of happy to see her like that... she's never been so cute or cuddly or soft and warm looking. Never so calm and happy to be petted. It makes it bittersweet that she's like this because she's suffering.
I wanted guinea pigs for two years before I got them the summer of sixth grade. I planned so much, I built a homemade cage for them that was so big I never ended up using. I researched and planned what an amazing relationship we would have. I was going to be the best owner ever. I got them when a lady at my dad's work said she had too many pets, and wondered if we could take the guinea pigs. They were so cute and tiny then. Their names were cookie and cocoa, but I renamed them Kiri and Kei. They both have such long thick hair that it doubles their size, as I often marveled at when I gave them baths, which, I might add, were the bane of their existance.
Kei started out the anxious and fearful one, but grew to be more social than Kiri, though Kiri has always been the dominant one. When they'd fight over food, Kiri would win. Kei didn't mind bath time as much as Kiri. Kei would rush out and start squeaking for food as soon as she'd hear my door open in the morning, and she'd stand in her cage at the ba
Kei is sick now, and I look back on it all, wondering what I should have, would have, could have done. She's dying, she'll be gone in the next week I'm sure. Now... my whole family.. every time we pass the cage, we stop, open it, maybe give Kei some lettuce, or sit there petting her for a few minutes. Stopping our lives to mourn, bond, and give Kei a few hours of the attention she should have gotten her whole life.