So.....on Thursday my Guinea Pig had a heart attack.....and he's not with us anymore. If I'm active or inactive all depends on how I feel that day, so if I disappear don't be alarmed or surprised. ~goes on to talk about guinea,and his death,um don't need to read this if you really don't want to~ Back in 2018 my parents got tired of me asking for a pet of my own, and got me a little calico guinea pig, who was so small, he could fit in the palm of your hand.I decided to name him Sprinkles, since his little splotches looked sort of like sprinkles.We've been through thick and thin together, he was my son.When we got a new puppy, he was there.When my dad kicked my cats outside, he was there.When my grandpa died, he was there.I loved him, he was my everything.My baby.My son.In late 2021-early 2022 he got a piece of hay or something stuck in his foot.He wouldn't let me check it, which surprised me,since he actually warmed up to me in 2020-2021 with me being up in my room for covid learning and all.Though he would just tug his foot away from me,he would bite other people,which concerned my parents.Anyway he kept biting at it, and it got infected.But not his whole foot.Just one toe.He had one very swollen toe.On Thursday when I got home from school I went upstairs to give Sprinkles a bath.And his toe split open and he began rapidly bleeding.I panicked,grabbed a towel, and began applying pressure to hit foot.I raced him downstairs, and my mom reassured me, saying it was just an abscess and that all the blood that was coming out wasn't being sent there,but was stored there because of the infection.My dad checked,but all the vets around us were closed,except for one, which didn't accept rodents.My mom said that he would end up having to go to the vet,but we could wait until morning.She instead held his foot over the sink and had me rinse it with hydrogen peroxide repeatedly, then had me put antibiotic cream and band-aids on his foot.We didn't realize until we were done that he stopped blinking.We checked his heart and couldn't find it beating.He wasn't breathing.My baby had died.We eventually figured that while we were rinsing his foot,he got so stressed out he had a heart attack, and we didn't realize it.So yeah.If I'm not hear for a couple of days, you know why. He didn't die young technically, since the average lifespan for captivity is 3-5 years, though they can live to be 8.He was 3,turning 4 the first week of October (we don't know the exact date)
