Death amoung us
I had driven to the condo by myself to change a lightbulb. ST wasn’t feeling well and stayed home.
I had just finished up at Target (needed a bulb in order to change one), and saw I had two missed called, both from him.
“Hello?”
“Hey.”
“Hey.”
“What’s up?” I quipped. To be honest, I was a little worried he had thought of something else he needed and I would have to brave the shoppers once again.
“It’s Cocoa.” (Our guinea pig)
“He’s dead.” I don’t believe I’ve ever said those words as a question. You hear it in someone’s voice and you know.
“Not yet, but he’s close.”
We discussed one or two things, then I suggest just wrapping him in a towel and snuggling in bed with him.
“He’ll like that.”
I got home to say goodbye. Celeste, the little black cat who had taken to climbing in his pen with him, came and gave a farewell sniff as well.
The lump he has always had on his left hind flank was now a mushy ball. He was between six and seven years old. A good age for a guinea pig.
We discussed getting a vet friend over to give him a shot, but nature took her course quickly and seemingly without pain.
This is the on the heels of losing a lioness at the sanctuary to cancer on Thursday. I’ve been trying to give myself time to write eloquently about it, but now I don’t think I will.
Hug your loved ones, bipeds and otherwise.
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I’m sorry :(
:(
good thoughts for cocoa’s family.
I’m very sorry, Jessica. Love to you all.