| Sammy's gone.
It's my fault, too.
My chair tipped over into their pen.
I hit Sammy in the head... I crushed her face. Her nose was bleeding, and she had convulsions.
And then she was gone.
I've had my guinea pigs for three years by Sunday.
I didn't mean to hit her. I didn't think my chair would trip over; I wasn't even leaning back.
The worst part is that Fuzzie is okay. She'll have to live without Sammy.
Sammy was the one I cuddled when I was feeling depressed. When my grandfather died. When I had to go to the hospital. When I started highschool.
It's weird. My first guinea pig died three years and three days ago.
Rest in peace, Sam... |