I'd got so used to being there for her, getting up in the morning, and she'd be my first thought, same when I'd get home. She'd spend more time out than in. When she passed, I suddenly found myself at a loss of what to do. The others are not like her at all, and don't like being mothered.. 8 months I nursed her, how does one switch off after that?
I feel as though I've missed something, that she was trying to tell me something.. I couldn't face bringing her home to bury in the garden, and now i feel bad for not doing so. I also wonder whether I should have pushed for her to have tests to see if she could have been saved, as despite how ill she was, she still had fight left.
I feel as though she didn't want to go, but her health let her down, a fighter to the end, I just wish i'd fought harder for her, but by then the fight in me had gone, as I didn't want her to suffer any more.
Her fall didn't ultimately cause her death, something else did, the vet said her tummy was bloated, and my thought went back to the number of times i've had to pull stuff out of her mouth that she'd started trying to consume over the last few months of her life. Up until this point, none of the others had ever touched carpet, or wires, but since her death, i've virtually banned them from the bedroom, due to their incessant interest.
I keep telling myself, even if they'd gone ahead, she'd never have come round, she couldn't even stand up on the table, she knew I was there, because she thrust her head into my hand, and whimpered at me. It's this I keep replaying in my mind, what upsets me the most. I've had guinea pigs pts over the years, but her passing haunts me no end

I don't think i'll ever connect in such a way to another guinea pig, she was a once in a lifetime experience, and i'll never forget her.