I've never actually done something before so I'll just wing it, I suppose. This is supposed to be for my guinea pig Romeo, who died two years ago come May 1 (i.e: May 1, 2013). We only had him for roughly four years but he made a massive imprint on me. As I have not been allowed a dog due to my dad's allergies, we got a guinea pig instead and I was a little skeptical at first. However, when I got a tiny little timid runt guinea pig with brown and white fur I was instantly smitten. He was my best friend from the start and we were so close that I taught him to follow me around the house, do tricks, and he'd even come to bed with me and sometimes he'd whine until I gave him his cuddles at night. When I was sad I'd always come to him. He was definitely attached to me as he'd only follow me and he'd only ever sleep with me and even gave me little signature piggy 'licks' like my current pig does (a little too much...slobbery thing). About three months before he died, we came home from vacation to find that during his time with a sitter he'd grown awfully sick. He got thinner, he stopped wanting to be a happy little piggy with a border collie, cheeky-like personality...One day he was so sick that when I put him back in his cage he couldn't even walk and I stayed home from going out that night to hold him on the couch while he slowly got weaker. At some point he couldn't even hold his head up and he died there in my arms. I've never seen anything die before me so it was probably the scariest but strangest and sort of most peaceful experience of my life. I talked to him the entire time and I was almost certain he licked me at one point even though he hadn't done that the entire time he'd been sick. I've never really lost anyone before that so it was probably the worst feeling I'd ever felt at the time. But Romeo helped me through a very hard time in my life and I'm glad that I had my best furry friend by my side through those scary years of growing up.
This goes out to Lux, who died not quite a year ago roughly about August 28, 2014. About a month or two after Romeo passed I decided to volunteer at my local pet store like I usually do, and I found two very young and very skittish little piggies. One was a chubby little ginger girl who reminded me a lot of my placid Romeo in personality so I decided to take her home -- then realized she was female. I never got along with female pets very well and I suppose I sort of wanted to have my own little Romeo baby again who was attached to me only, but I caved and I got another one: a teeny, runty little black girl whom I called Lux. I named the ginger one Kahlua, who is still with me today and is actually under the table nibbling my ankles...Lux and Kahlua sort of helped me to recover after losing Romeo and they soon became my buddies. I'd have Kahlua on my lap and Lux on my shoulder while I did homework. Lux never really lost her timid edge but she was such a sweet, happy little girl that you couldn't help but fall in love with her. I liked to call her my little 'Lux-a-chu' when she was on my shoulder. We got her and Kahlua these little snuggle baskets but Kahlua was so fat she couldn't fit in her extra large one while Lux could curl up perfectly in her tiny little circular bed and puff happily. One day an accident happened and I dropped Lux and I felt horrid after. I don't know if her illness was attached to this, but Lux had always been a little odd. She was very small and she didn't respond very well to 'sights' and her eyes always had this bluish tinge which sort of led us to believing she might've been born blind. While on vacation she passed, and I felt like I'd lost Romeo all over again. But I'm happy for the short time that I had her (her sister is turning two in a few days) and I'm glad that I still have Kahlua to remember her by.
Lastly this goes out to my friend's cat, Ralphy, who passed away today roughly five hours ago. He was a great big male tabby cat who lived to a ripe age of 22. He's been around for longer than I have and I honestly cannot imagine going to their house and being there without him. I used to see him every day and I started to think of him as my own pet. My mom and I used to take care of him for his family when they were on vacation and whenever we'd open the door, he'd meow happily and run downstairs as fast as his old legs could take him and we'd scoop him up. He was the most placid and sweet tomcat I've ever met and I don't think that there's any cat just like him. Even a few months ago he was still catching mice and any sort of rodent unfortunate enough to wander into his yard. I like to play piano occasionally so when I'd go to their house I'd use their big grand piano to play 'Let it Be' on the piano and Ralphy would be right up there on my lap or sometimes the keyboard. I liked to think he loved to listen to the music but perhaps he really just wanted attention. As of lately Ralphy, despite being a very strong elderly cat, has slowly been getting weaker and today he's reached the end of his journey. Just a few hours ago they went to put him down. I wish I could have said goodbye properly but I know that he has lived a long and very happy life with a lot of interesting adventures and mice to chase.
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