Today I lost my pet Guinea Pig. His name was Buddy and I loved him so, so much. He was more than a pet. He was a friend.
When I woke up this morning I thought "This day is gonna be great." but when my parents sat me down on the couch I knew something was off. That's when they told me the news. For a minute or two I had no reaction because, I thought they had to be joking. There was absolutely no way he died, right? When I looked them in their eyes I expected them to reveal the big prank and we would laugh about it. I was wrong. I had never felt more torn in my entire life. I had a break down and didnt leave my room all day.
Buddy was attacked by a coyote and taken from his cage. He lived outside because where I am it's not very hot or cold and whenever it was to hot or cold we brought him in. We kept him in a inclosed patio that had screens on it. The coyote managed to rip through our screens knock over his huge metal cage and take him out of there. No traces left behind except some paw prints and hay everywhere. No blood. No fur. No body. No Buddy.
If you managed to read this all the way thank you. I have one thing I want you to do for me. I want you to go to your pet, whatever kind of pet it may be, and play with it or cuddle with or just say how much you love it because pets don't last long. One moment you could be all happy with a healthy pet and the next moment your beloved pet is torn away from you. Don't yell at your pets, we all make mistakes. Love them unconditionally.
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I'm sorry if this is poorly written I'm still grieving and it's 12 am (I'll edit this tomorrow). I just wanted to share my story. You can share your stories too. Every pet deserves to be remembered.




