*anj*
07-09-2008, 11:57 PM
If you recall, I am not an animal person.
I can deal with them, I like some more than others, but I don't really care for the small variety, particularly those in the rodent family.
Even so, because of friendship we agreed to let two Guinea Pigs stay here for three weeks while their owner went out of town.
They were a mother and child. The mother herself, poor lass, was a child bride. She got pregnant very young, so my friend adopted them together. The mother is only maybe 4 months herself, if that.
Well the little one died today.
She was behaving oddly and I started getting a bad feeling.
We ended up taking her to the vet (at her owner's request) and she was DOA. Fortunately I had had the good sense to tell my girls to put her in her little carrier before she was actually dead. The vet took her in right away and he told me that she was already dead. So now I had to call my friend to ask what she wanted to do with it. I left it there. I told my kids that she was going to be put in the same place where (Friend's) other GP's went. They'd be too sad to know she was getting thrown into a big old incinerator.
So yeah, that's my pet story.
And I had two little crying girls here tonight asking me about Guinea Pigs in Heaven and why things have to die and why didn't we save some of her hair "as a memory" and "we can't sleep because we keep thinking about bugs eating her and leaving a skeleton."
Yup.
I can deal with them, I like some more than others, but I don't really care for the small variety, particularly those in the rodent family.
Even so, because of friendship we agreed to let two Guinea Pigs stay here for three weeks while their owner went out of town.
They were a mother and child. The mother herself, poor lass, was a child bride. She got pregnant very young, so my friend adopted them together. The mother is only maybe 4 months herself, if that.
Well the little one died today.
She was behaving oddly and I started getting a bad feeling.
We ended up taking her to the vet (at her owner's request) and she was DOA. Fortunately I had had the good sense to tell my girls to put her in her little carrier before she was actually dead. The vet took her in right away and he told me that she was already dead. So now I had to call my friend to ask what she wanted to do with it. I left it there. I told my kids that she was going to be put in the same place where (Friend's) other GP's went. They'd be too sad to know she was getting thrown into a big old incinerator.
So yeah, that's my pet story.
And I had two little crying girls here tonight asking me about Guinea Pigs in Heaven and why things have to die and why didn't we save some of her hair "as a memory" and "we can't sleep because we keep thinking about bugs eating her and leaving a skeleton."
Yup.