mytwomaleguineas
Junior Guinea Pig
Chestnut is one of my past guinea pigs who sadly visited rainbow bridge on June 25th at 5pm. He was such a sweetheart and helped me through all my hard times. I was suffering with PTSD, depression, and anxiety since January and then in May we decided to adopt him. We wanted to get him a friend but he didn’t get along with any other guinea pig so we decided it would be best for him to be alone.
I would sit there 14 hours a day playing with him and talking to him. He eventually got really close to me and everytime I was near him, he squeaks and would jump onto my knees and cuddle. He was my best friend. He helped me get through a lot and I slowly started to love me again. Then one night as I was washing his veggies, he jumped out of his enclosure. The wall was pretty high so I still don’t know how that happened. I immediately turned off the water and tried to get him back into his cage. There was a thunderstorm outside so the lightning scared him and he ran to the nearest couch. Before I could do anything, he got stuck under and started screaming for help. I ran over and lifted the couch but he started hiding from me and I could tell something was wrong. I called his vet and scheduled an emergency appointment for 6am the next day since it was around 8pm already. I sat by him the whole night trying to comfort him and getting him to eat and drink. However in the morning he was really weak and could not walk more than a few steps. The vet gave him some pain reliever and later that day, he had a heart attack and kept trying to stand up. I picked him up gently onto my arms and told him over and over again “it will be okay. Don’t worry. Please stay for me”. Then he started crying so I whispered “if you need to go. You can go now. I love you”. Then he passed. It’s still really hard for me to think about this because it’s terrible living without him. Rest in heaven my sweet Chestnut.
I would sit there 14 hours a day playing with him and talking to him. He eventually got really close to me and everytime I was near him, he squeaks and would jump onto my knees and cuddle. He was my best friend. He helped me get through a lot and I slowly started to love me again. Then one night as I was washing his veggies, he jumped out of his enclosure. The wall was pretty high so I still don’t know how that happened. I immediately turned off the water and tried to get him back into his cage. There was a thunderstorm outside so the lightning scared him and he ran to the nearest couch. Before I could do anything, he got stuck under and started screaming for help. I ran over and lifted the couch but he started hiding from me and I could tell something was wrong. I called his vet and scheduled an emergency appointment for 6am the next day since it was around 8pm already. I sat by him the whole night trying to comfort him and getting him to eat and drink. However in the morning he was really weak and could not walk more than a few steps. The vet gave him some pain reliever and later that day, he had a heart attack and kept trying to stand up. I picked him up gently onto my arms and told him over and over again “it will be okay. Don’t worry. Please stay for me”. Then he started crying so I whispered “if you need to go. You can go now. I love you”. Then he passed. It’s still really hard for me to think about this because it’s terrible living without him. Rest in heaven my sweet Chestnut.
you gave him a lovely life x
