by K.J.
My guinea pig Tilly was the sweetest little mini cow anyone could ask for, and she was my best friend. Every morning i would hear the alarm clock go of at 6 a.m. then i would turn it off, only to hear squeek, squeek, from the cage on my floor. She would get really frustrated if i didnt get up right away so she would run around and get louder, until i finally got up and fed her. Now i dont get up at all. She would snuggle for hours, and wouldnt piddle until back in her cage. She loved everyone, and everyone loved her.
She would lick up my tears, whenever i was sad. Now they just keep falling. Now to get to the real story............
It was the week before Halloween when Tilly started to act funny, we had just changed her bedding kind...(im not sure what it is called) (yellow to gray) and she seemed to be eating it then getting diarhea so we changed back. Then she didnt "go" at all...so we brought her to the vet, and it turned out she had gas...dont laugh guinea pigs haver their own little gas pouch thingy that if they eat something irrigular it gets bad. So she didnt eat drink or go poop for some more days, so we'd bring her to the vet to get shots of hydration since she wasnt drinking. My poor girl did NOT like shots. Shortly after she started squeeking weird and breathing fast. that was October 31 on Halloween. Deep down i think i knew she was slowly slipping away, yet i thought she was just sick and she was going to get better since she was only 3 years old. Therefore i decided to go to my friends party, which i will regret for the rest of my life. The next morning At 10:30 (right when we started to watch pet sematary) My tillster died, she was getting a pain killer shot, and it was too much for her little love filled heart. I miss her so much. At her one week anniverstiy of her death at the same time she died i got one of her hairs in my eye, i didnt know where it came from. I know Tilly said goodbye b/c I heard her squeek when i turned my alarm clock off the day after she died, she was telling me to get up and get on with life. But what am i supposed to do when she was my life? I loved her so much! She owned my heart. Now my heart is buried in a shoe box in our back yard with a rock on it...its buried with TIlly! I love you TIlly
Shortly after Tilly died her only other guinea pig friend died from what we think the same thing, she was only about 8 weeks old. They will both be missed. I hate November.
11/01/03 10:30 a.m.