One of my piggies passed away this morning. I've noticed he has been acting weird since yesterday. He just stood there and seemed less appetite. He was my daughter's favorite piggie.
He liked to climb up to the edge of his house and ask for hay cookies as if trying to reach them with his tiny hand. I miss the sound he made, scratching the edge of the house as he was excited to receive treats.
The coldness of his body reminded me of my grandpa when he passed away. When you touch inanimate objects like tables and chairs, you feel a certain coldness, but it feels different when you touch a dead body, whether it is a human or a guinea pig. It is more like an "eternal" coldness that I could never feel from anything else.
I never knew if my piggie had a good life or not. Maybe he wanted to explore the world more, or maybe he didn't even have such a desire due to his limited intelligence. One thing is for sure: I will miss the sound he made when he squealed "wee-wee," even though he hasn't made it as often as he used to. I miss his popcorn dance when I shake the hay bag.
Rest in peace, Pee (pea)... we all miss you, especially Poo and Lily miss you so so much.
