On November 16th, 2011 My guinea pigs Winston and Cedar were in the hallway playing while I was in the garage cleaning their cage. They broke through the fence separating them from our dogs. Unfortunately, Winston, my baby, didn't make it. He had internal injuries and passed on before I could even take him to the vet. Luckily Cedar ran behind the couch and is safe today, though I think she misses Winston. Winston was only 5 months old, just a baby, and I take full responsibility for not being there to protect him. I just didn't make the fence strong enough, I took for granted their curiosity and left them unsupervised. I'm very sad. And very sorry. I messed up, I wasn't responsible, I wasn't paying enough attention and I had adopted Winston, with the intention of giving him a good life and loving him but I failed miserably.
He is buried in a nice spot overlooking trees and flowers. He was mischievous and stubborn, always trying to get into rooms when I opened doors, climbing on top of his house and rumblestrutting in a way that reminded me of the bravado and arrogance most young boys have. But it was his curiosity that I liked most, he wasn't afraid to beg for treats or investigate unknown areas. And as much as he might have rumbled at Cedar, he would cry when he was separated from her. I had him for a short time, but I was blessed.
He is buried in a nice spot overlooking trees and flowers. He was mischievous and stubborn, always trying to get into rooms when I opened doors, climbing on top of his house and rumblestrutting in a way that reminded me of the bravado and arrogance most young boys have. But it was his curiosity that I liked most, he wasn't afraid to beg for treats or investigate unknown areas. And as much as he might have rumbled at Cedar, he would cry when he was separated from her. I had him for a short time, but I was blessed.