I love my guinea pig...

dreamer • 9 September 2012 at 8:53 PM

...I love him as if he was my own human child. ☹️

That's a bad thing because, well... He's not exactly a "young" guinea pig anymore. My sister and I got guinea pigs for Christmas a few years ago, and my sister's guinea pig died last spring, and I'm just afraid that mine might die soon too.

I was out on my porch a few minutes ago, cradling my baby (guinea pig) and singing to him, because it calms him down now. He likes to hear my heartbeat and feel the humming in my throat, the way an infant likes that with his mother. He looks up at me with his big, old, sad, watery eyes. Every time I see that, it kills me inside, because I know that I could lose him soon.

No one else really knows about this relationship I have with my little baby. I guess people start to tune me out the minute I say "guinea pig..." I don't know. It's a hard thing for people to understand. But Chocolate is the only animal that's actually 100% MINE, and I cradle him and kiss his nose, and rub his chin, as if he was my son. He has cute little crumpled ears. His fur is clean and silky to the touch, and it's a deep shade of cocoa brown.

I know guinea pigs usually live around 5 years, and my baby should be almost 3 by now. I'm so worried about him... I try to spend a lot of time comforting him now. I think I'll be a wreck when he leaves...

I don't know. Anyone else have that sort of relationship with their pets?

Deleted • 9 September 2012 at 8:57 PM

@dreamer i have that exact same relationship with my cat who is also getting very old and with my dog who is still young. Every time my cat meows at me i think that this might be the night he leaves.

hay7199 • 9 September 2012 at 9:03 PM

I had a guinea pig. Her name was Angel, she was the cutest little furrball in the entire univerce. She lived for about 7 years. I was 11 when she died. But before that, I cuddled with her, we played hide and go seek, (She always won XD ) and we did everything together. But when I came home one day....

She was laying in her cage and was just sitting there, when I got her out she was still breathing. I walked to my mom and asked her what was wrong with Angel... She told me that Angel was old and I shouldnt try to be to sad if she dies within that week... Truth be told, she was a real Angel, she was my baby and I always wanted to be with her, thick and thin she was there. That night I took her out of her cage and put her next to me on my pillow. When I woke up she looked even more sick.

I just sat there and cried for a while, I couldnt bare the thought of lousing her, she was my everything. But she just crawled into my lap and sat there, I just cuddled her for a second and put her back in my lap, I was really tired from crying so I kissed her on her soft pink nose and fell asleep, when I woke up.... She was right next to my face... Eyes closed... Heart stopped... Cold as ice.... Dead.... I couldnt bare it though. I just sat there and cried more. Then the very next day, we baried her.

@dreamer

Deleted • 9 September 2012 at 9:08 PM

@hay7199 your story is touching and makes me feel like crying.

faybaybay • 9 September 2012 at 9:18 PM

@dreamer
Know how ya feel : (
my dog is 8 and he has hip problems and lyme disease & I fear for him & just today I lost one of my precious baby birds this morning. I found him dead on the bottom of the cage, he was only a baby, but he was sick & it took his life.... he was so young, I buried him under a butterfly bush this morning & buried him in a soft box with cotton balls and tissues. He loved to drag them around the cage

dreamer • 9 September 2012 at 9:30 PM

@Faybaybay Ahh, I'm sorry. I know how you feel. ☹️ In June, my sister found a baby turkey, who was abandoned by his mother. I snuggled him and comforted him, and my motherly instincts came out (even though I'm 12). Then she died... My sister was so upset that she refused to bury the turkey, as did I. My father took care of it.

@Hay7199 That's so sad. ☹️ Mother Nature is a cruel mistress. We get too attached to these innocent little creatures, and just when we need them the most, they aren't alive to help us out... I've been living a constant battle against myself for the past three years. Without a guinea pig to love and nurture, and to call my own? Honestly, I think I'd be dead by now. I can't imagine living a life without that little guinea. He might still have a few good years. He's active, and healthy, and he loves to run around. I'm just worried about him getting older. I'm going to out-live every single one of the pets in my house, and that's the cruel reality that I need to face. In society nowadays, we're forced to grow up faster than ever before. I don't know if having a deep bond with my guinea pig is part of that; But it makes me get very emotional.

jennifer • 9 September 2012 at 11:17 PM

Okay, I cried.