I usually try to keep things light-hearted and happy here, but I’ve had a rough couple of hours. I have to share it with my friends, family, and readers whom I haven’t made strong friendships with yet.
One of the main reasons I haven’t been able to write in the blog too often over the course of this summer is that I’ve been helping out my Aunt, Uncle and Cousin by babysitting their pet Rabbit, Jasmine, and their pet Guinea Pig, Oreo. A few months back, I had plans to put their pictures up here to exclaim how proud I am to have them in my life.
I never got around to getting the pictures up.
…Hell… I never got around to snapping the pictures.
I’ve enjoyed my time with them. Watching them, playing with them, cleaning up their poop. Okay. Maybe not cleaning up the poop.
Anyway, since I’ve had the bunny and guinea pig [or as I lovingly referred to them, Rabb-utt und Pig, (Rabb-utt und Pig akin to Moose und Squorol)], I’ve noticed that the rabbit goes through a bottle of water over about three or four days, and the pig goes through a bottle of water a day. I’ve noticed over the past couple of weeks or so that the pig hasn’t been drinking that much water… or eating that much food, or only nibbling on the treats I’ve been giving her instead of swallowing them up within three minutes. Today, when I got home, the pig was on her side, breathing heavily, her eyes partially shut. I’ve never seen the pig off of her feet. Never. NEVER. I knew it was time. She had been acting so uncharacteristically lately, I knew she would be passing soon. It turned out today was the day. I called my Aunt around 4 to let her know, and she explained that the average guinea pig has a life span of about five years. They’ve had her for three years, and they knew she’d been alive longer than that. We figured it was her time. I just got off the phone with my Aunt and let her know that she died. My Aunt is driving into town tomorrow afternoon to pick her up.
I’m so upset that this had to happen on my watch, but my Aunt reassured me that it was something that was bound to happen one day, and she let me know that she wasn’t upset, because she was sure I treated both her and the rabbit with love (and I did).
This is the first time I’ve ever seen anything dead. My grandmother passed a few years ago, and I refused to go see her after she had died. I just couldn’t do it. Same with my step-grandmother earlier this year. Any pets I’ve had before died while I was away, so my parents always got to them first.
I’m having a tough time, but I’m dealing.
Anyway, RIP, Oreo (At Least 2002-2005)
Sorry, folks. I’ll try to be more upbeat next time. :*-(