Actually, it's not as serious as it might sound like, but my dear little guinea pig's passing yesterday have been sparking further thoughts in me about life and death apart from what has been ongoing for almost a year.
Special thanks to Sumi for cheering me up. =) Not at all through making fun of your little secret of course, and I really appreciate your concern and comfort.
According to my mother, she still squeaked as usual for food as per normal the day before. The only difference that she noticed was only that she seemed weaker than she used to be. But as far as I remembered, she already looked weak and showed signs and symptoms of ailing when I last saw her in July. (Pathetic rite, I have not seen her for 3 months and she is gone forever.)
Afterall, she has been living with us for 7 years, and according to literature (gosh, work is taking control over my use of vocabulary) a guinea pig has a maximum lifespan of 11 years. So I guess she has lived up to the mean number of years?
Sometimes I feel terribly guilty for keeping her in a cage and did not really explore other options. Especially in the last few years, after the death of her last litter of 3 babies, she has been living all alone. To me it's like, wasting her life away, only asking for food each time she is hungry. I do hope she "enjoyed our hospitality" and did not regret being part of my family. |
