I found my pet guinea pig Hammie dead 3 days ago. He'd been my companion for 5 years, and he was my support every time I hit a rough patch in my life. He seemed to understand when I was upset, and he'd climb up my pillow, position his nose right next to mine, and he'd just sit with me... until whatever it was that hurt faded. I miss him licking my fingers (he never did that with anyone else in my family), I miss him 'purring' when I stroked him.
I blame myself for his death. I was giving him a bath 2 days before he died, and a bathroom rack fell on him just as I was about to towel him dry. I should have brought him to a vet immediately, I don't know why I postponed it, I shouldn't have bathed him in the first place, I hate that unstable bathroom rack so much. He didn't look ill at all, and I'm still in shock.
I've been trying to keep myself from falling apart in from of my mom and dad, and they've been tip-toeing around me. It's just so hard. I instinctively turn around to Hammie's cage to check if he's ok only to realise he's not there anymore. I come home from school and by habit, I head straight to his cage to say 'hello, i'm home'... but it's vacant. I know it's too soon, and I know I can't ever replace him, but I just want to get another guinea pig in there to ease whatever it is I'm feeling. Should I just hold off the impulse and wait longer to decide? It's just so painful.
To my best friend, Hammie... much missed and loved. Thank you for always being there for me. I'm grateful that when you passed on, you looked as if you were at peace. I pray for your happiness wherever you are. I'm sure we'll meet again someday.