Hi, I have come back for a few minutes, I just wanted to share this art and the story behind it. My guinea pig died two days ago. I came home from school and my dad asked me to go check on him, he didn’t know he was dead. He had checked on him an hour earlier. So I went up and said, “Hey Checkers bubba! How ya doing?” I opened his cage and started petting him. I didn’t think anything of him laying down in the corner, he didn’t move. I rustled his hay around to see if that would get him moving. It didn’t. Then I saw he wasn’t breathing. I couldn’t believe it. I didn’t want to believe it. I kneeled down by the cage and started to cry, I then ran down to my dad and said, “He’s not breathing.” My dad ran upstairs, he tried to get Checkers up too. He closed the cage door and gave me a hug, then he told my mom. We didn’t really talk for the rest of the night, my parents moved him out of my room. They buried him yesterday, I’m still upset about it but, he’ll be taken better care of wherever he is now. . . . I’m sorry I wasn’t there Checkers. . I miss you.
