Prestonrobbo06
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In late November of 2017, my dad surprised me and my family with a guinea pig. We named him Sergio, as we are big Manchester City fans. He was so unique to the average guinea pig. He would love to cave in my dogs bed. He would chase the cat everywhere. He ate non-stop, he was huge. And he was so cute. He loved hugs and warm places.
Then, it all went wrong. My mum had gone to San Francisco with my dad and her two sisters, so me and my 3 siblings were left with my Nana. Well they were away, I noticed he didn’t have as big of an appetite; and trust me he loved to eat. 1 day before my mum came back we all went to my Grandads to stay for the night and we took Sergio as his brother lived with my Grandad. When I got there I realised that my Grandad had changed the location of his guinea pigs cage outside, and I knew Sergio didn’t like being outside. Anyway, after a few hours I checked in on him. He looked very uncomfortable, I thought it was due to the other guinea pig. So I fed him some lettuce, which he normally enjoyed, but he didn’t touch it so my curiosity grew larger to what was wrong with him. I had already gotten the idea this was not turning out in his favour. The next morning my mum had gotten back from San Francisco, I went to check on Sergio, but his bed was soaked and full of a poo-like consistency and he looked freezing so I brought him in for the remaining time at my grandads.
As I got home, I let him in my dogs cave, as he really seemed to like it as he enjoyed dark warm places. My mum began to clean out his cage and bed. Once it was cleaned we made him a little vege-bowl full off the vegetables he really enjoyed, but he refused to eat them. We gave him a blanket while he sat in his bed and he sat there for at least 8-9 hours. During the night my dad went downstairs to check on him. He was making very heavy breathing noises. He managed through the night but only until 9am.
I can’t stop crying or thinking this is my fault. I wish I could change the past but I can’t. He felt like a dog or a best friend to me. I loved him. In that 1 year we grew such a large connection that I didn’t want to end. I’m so sorry Sergio.
RIP
Then, it all went wrong. My mum had gone to San Francisco with my dad and her two sisters, so me and my 3 siblings were left with my Nana. Well they were away, I noticed he didn’t have as big of an appetite; and trust me he loved to eat. 1 day before my mum came back we all went to my Grandads to stay for the night and we took Sergio as his brother lived with my Grandad. When I got there I realised that my Grandad had changed the location of his guinea pigs cage outside, and I knew Sergio didn’t like being outside. Anyway, after a few hours I checked in on him. He looked very uncomfortable, I thought it was due to the other guinea pig. So I fed him some lettuce, which he normally enjoyed, but he didn’t touch it so my curiosity grew larger to what was wrong with him. I had already gotten the idea this was not turning out in his favour. The next morning my mum had gotten back from San Francisco, I went to check on Sergio, but his bed was soaked and full of a poo-like consistency and he looked freezing so I brought him in for the remaining time at my grandads.
As I got home, I let him in my dogs cave, as he really seemed to like it as he enjoyed dark warm places. My mum began to clean out his cage and bed. Once it was cleaned we made him a little vege-bowl full off the vegetables he really enjoyed, but he refused to eat them. We gave him a blanket while he sat in his bed and he sat there for at least 8-9 hours. During the night my dad went downstairs to check on him. He was making very heavy breathing noises. He managed through the night but only until 9am.
I can’t stop crying or thinking this is my fault. I wish I could change the past but I can’t. He felt like a dog or a best friend to me. I loved him. In that 1 year we grew such a large connection that I didn’t want to end. I’m so sorry Sergio.
RIP
