Today, my guinea pig, Kirby, passed away. Ive noticed that since Christmas, he hadnt really been himself. His activity was slowing down and he wasnt eating nearly as much. I knew that his life was probably coming to an end but I was in denial. Until this morning. I was petting his head and noticed that he looked to be crying. Tears were coming from both eyes, and as I wiped them away, he didnt even flinch. As I continued to pet him, I started panicking and called the vet right away. Within an hour and a half, I was sitting in the vets office. As Kirby lay in his carrier, his carrots still intact, I began to pet him slowly and talk to him. I kept telling him out loud Its okay to go. I know its your time. Mommy will be okay. It was the weirdest thing but after about 5 minutes of petting him and talking to him, he perked up and lunged from the carrier to my lap. It was very unusual behavior, as he squirmed around. I knew he was going to go. He laid in my lap, then I comforted him on my chest. Then Kirby decided to crawl over to Matt for a minute, then back in my lap. As Im petting him and praying, the doctor walks in. I frantically tell him that Kirby is dying as he says Okay, let me listen for a heart beat. With Kirby cuddled in my lap, the doctor reaches down to get his heart beat. After slight hesitation, he looks at me and says Im so sorry. Theres no heart beat. Hes passed on. I lost it. As Kirby lay dead in my lap, I couldnt believe what had happened. After speaking to him and comforting him, it was indeed his time to go. He was waiting for me. He was waiting for me to be ready. I just hope he wasnt suffering longer than I knew. It was in that moment, I knew God was with me. It has never been so real or apparent. Kirby lived 6 long years with me (a guinea pigs life span is 5-7 years). Before he passed, I thanked him for putting up with me for 6 years. I thanked him for being so amazing and for all of the wonderful memories we had together. Kirby is being cremated and I will get his ashes back. Im glad he died naturally, peacefully and where he belongs - in my arms. Rest in peace, my son. Fly with the angels. 10.01.08 - 1.23.15
Posted on: Fri, 23 Jan 2015 23:28:12 +0000
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