Comment on Grieving the loss of a guinea pig by Gary.
I lost my little guy Cas yesterday. I would like to think I gave him a good life for 90% of it. My kids and I got him a companion named Loki and they are both about 6. Over the years we hand built them zones, connected via tubes that they would run through. They probably had 50 sq foot, of half a room built into mazes and we would hide food for them to find. But Cas was always so shy, and would hide when we came to visit. Out of respect, we didn’t pick him up very often as he would shake in our hands. We tried our best. About 6 months ago I got written up at work, so changed jobs and I’m really up happy here. My depression made it hard to look after myself, often skipping meals. When it was my week with the kids I would try and keep a tidy house and made sure we all ate together, like there was no problems. But I also neglected cleaning the cage as often. I feel guilt that his cage was dirty and even 50 square foot needs some Maintenace. I also asked the kids to feed and water them as I am allergic to hay. Perhaps a combination of things brough about his demise, or not. I just don’t know. Loki is fine, happy and fat(no overweight) as ever. We have decided to get a smaller cage and bring him upstairs with us. Treat him like a king for his remaining years I hope. Never thought I’d cry till my eyes hurt and needed a wet cloth on my eyes just to sleep. I am so sorry Cas, I let you down buddy with my chronic depression. I just hope you had a wonderful time for the 90% of the time in your guinea pig city. Love you buddy.