I’m currently on crying while writing this and I don’t know if I can do this but I owe this to him so here we go
My guinea pig, Twix past away at age four on March 5, 2019 at 3:30 am by stroke. I woke up at around 3:25 to use the bathroom, and when I came back I decided to check my piggy’s cage, I didn’t see him moving and I didn’t hear anything coming from his little house so I flipped the house over and I saw him on his back sprawled out, his body crooked, his eyes wide, and his mouth open. I instantly scream and my mom who I woke up from my blood curdling scream comes running into my room, my brother sleepily follows her. At this point and can’t see it, I can breath, so I run out of my room and start crying on the couch as my mom and brother sees it. My mom picks him up and he’s stiff and I’m screaming trying to convince my mom we can save him but she just hugs me and says he’s gone. I simply keep denying it. She takes care of the body, we can’t bary him since the ground is frozen solid and we can cremate him because of the money so we got rid of his body. I’m gonna get a picture framed of him cause the last few days have been hard and the rest of the night I didn’t sleep even though I had school the next day. Goodbye my sweet boy, over the rainbow bridge you go, I’ll see you soon.
P.s. since then I’ve got a bunny not to replace my Twix but to be a comfort for me since he’s past
My guinea pig, Twix past away at age four on March 5, 2019 at 3:30 am by stroke. I woke up at around 3:25 to use the bathroom, and when I came back I decided to check my piggy’s cage, I didn’t see him moving and I didn’t hear anything coming from his little house so I flipped the house over and I saw him on his back sprawled out, his body crooked, his eyes wide, and his mouth open. I instantly scream and my mom who I woke up from my blood curdling scream comes running into my room, my brother sleepily follows her. At this point and can’t see it, I can breath, so I run out of my room and start crying on the couch as my mom and brother sees it. My mom picks him up and he’s stiff and I’m screaming trying to convince my mom we can save him but she just hugs me and says he’s gone. I simply keep denying it. She takes care of the body, we can’t bary him since the ground is frozen solid and we can cremate him because of the money so we got rid of his body. I’m gonna get a picture framed of him cause the last few days have been hard and the rest of the night I didn’t sleep even though I had school the next day. Goodbye my sweet boy, over the rainbow bridge you go, I’ll see you soon.
P.s. since then I’ve got a bunny not to replace my Twix but to be a comfort for me since he’s past
I'm so sorry. Hugs to you
