I knew Jasmine wasn’t well last night. I took our outside to eat some grass but she just wasn’t herself. I cuddled her for a bit and realized she couldn’t see. When I put her back in her cage and she didn’t eat her fresh spinach, I knew she was nearing the end. And at 6.5 years old that’s not surprising. This morning I found her dead in her little house. She was the last of the three little pigs.
I’m a bit sadder than normal (when an older pet dies) because she was my guinea pig. We originally bought 2 – one for each of the girls – but then I wanted one so we went back to get her the next day. It’s already sad when I walk by the cage and there is no sound of her moving around or squeaks that she wants some food.