R Dorothy
Junior Guinea Pig
Scuzzy seemed to be recovering from his UTI when, for some reason, I woke up at 3AM on Friday. I decided to check on him since I was up and found him laying funny in his cage. I reached in to help him up and he made a small whimper but was very limp.
I got him out of the cage and found he couldn't stand and kept opening and closing his mouth. I knew what was happening and just held him close. He passed soon after that and went cold in my hands.
Later that morning I placed him in a shoebox, wrote "You left your paw prints on my heart" and buried him. I've felt a hole inside me ever since.
I only had Scuzzy for a year and seven months exactly (I was his fourth owner so he was old when I got him), but we bonded so much. He didn't care about floor time at all and only celery leaves were more important than snuggles. He loved to rest his head in the crook of my arm and just kick his legs out behind him when he laid on me. When I took naps he'd snuggle under my chin and we'd doze a little together.
I really think it was fate that we met. I'd wanted a guinea pig and one day I saw Scuzzy's picture on the bulletin board at work as a give away with a cage. When I met him his toenails were overgrown, he was skinny, and he had lice. I didn't care if I would like him or not; he was coming home with me and getting taken care of! Scuzzy seemed to know my intentions and he returned the affection just as much as he got it.
I don't know what to do without him; I feel so lost. He was the only good thing about my life and what was keeping me from ending it. I never expected a guinea pig to be such a wonderful pet, but I don't think there will ever be another one like him. I really hate that people at my job keep asking if I'll "get a new one" because I don't know if I could ever do it. Having him was such a joy but it wouldn't be fair to a new guinea to expect it to fill Scuzzy's shoes.
I'm rambling... I'm sorry. I just miss him so much. He was honestly the only living creature I've ever loved.
I got him out of the cage and found he couldn't stand and kept opening and closing his mouth. I knew what was happening and just held him close. He passed soon after that and went cold in my hands.
Later that morning I placed him in a shoebox, wrote "You left your paw prints on my heart" and buried him. I've felt a hole inside me ever since.
I only had Scuzzy for a year and seven months exactly (I was his fourth owner so he was old when I got him), but we bonded so much. He didn't care about floor time at all and only celery leaves were more important than snuggles. He loved to rest his head in the crook of my arm and just kick his legs out behind him when he laid on me. When I took naps he'd snuggle under my chin and we'd doze a little together.
I really think it was fate that we met. I'd wanted a guinea pig and one day I saw Scuzzy's picture on the bulletin board at work as a give away with a cage. When I met him his toenails were overgrown, he was skinny, and he had lice. I didn't care if I would like him or not; he was coming home with me and getting taken care of! Scuzzy seemed to know my intentions and he returned the affection just as much as he got it.
I don't know what to do without him; I feel so lost. He was the only good thing about my life and what was keeping me from ending it. I never expected a guinea pig to be such a wonderful pet, but I don't think there will ever be another one like him. I really hate that people at my job keep asking if I'll "get a new one" because I don't know if I could ever do it. Having him was such a joy but it wouldn't be fair to a new guinea to expect it to fill Scuzzy's shoes.
I'm rambling... I'm sorry. I just miss him so much. He was honestly the only living creature I've ever loved.
