Something Quiet

I watched my guinea pig die today.

I don’t know what was wrong but he just lay there when we opened the hutch to give them hay. I picked him up and lay him out on his own little bed of hay and stroked him. He was gasping irregularly through his mouth and shuddering every now and then. He didn’t try and move, he didn’t want water or carrot or hay. He just wanted to lie still.
I stood and I watched, always stroking gently down his fuzzy little back, and I saw him give up. The light went out in his little black eyes, he took one last deep breath and then he was gone.
I’ll never know what happened but I know that it was quick and I know he wasn’t alone.
It was horrible but quite peaceful, nature at it’s cruellest but most simple.

The hutch looks very big now.

The other pigs look lost.

I feel a bit lost.

He’s lost too.

Sweet dreams, Baby Pig x