Buddy, my guinea pig, is dead. And I think it was my fault. I don't know what I'm going to do, and I don't know whats going to happen to Pepsi. He's been with her since birth, never apart for more than an hour.
Last night I took her out of her cage and brought her downstairs with me so I could get them some carrots. Halfway across the kitchen she managed to leap from my arms and hit the floor with a thud. I was holding her like I always did, and she just took a flying leap. I grabbed her off the floor and set her on the counter. She seemed fine so I went on cutting up their carrots. I looked over and Buddy was rolling over onto her side. I started screaming and calling my mom. The vets office was closed so we couldn't take her in, and she was having like a siezure of some sort. Her legs were twitching and her body was rolling around. My dad took her out in the garage to look at her, and when he brought her back in she was sitting up and looking sort of awake. We thought she was getting better until she tried to walk around. Her back left leg just flailed around in the air and she flopped onto her side again. My dad put her into another room so she could 'calm down.' I think he knew she wasn't going to get better and didn't want me to see her go.
My little baby finally passed on at 6:32pm on May 20, 2008.
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Originally Posted by JuniorxMyxLove
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