Dash. He was everything to me. When I would come home from school he would make my day so much better and as I would walk up the stairs he would squeak for me (he was a guinea pig) and he'd sniff all around as if I brought him something to eat. I'd pet him and think "I wouldn't know what I'd do without you Dash" and now he's gone. And there Is this terrible feeling in my stomach because I know he is not coming back. He is not going to be there one day when I come home and squeak for me. I'll never get to run my fingers through his soft fur and I will never be able to feed him or clean his big cage which took almost an hour to clean. It was all hard work but it was worth every moment. I remember when I spotted him.He was an abyssinian and fur went in all directions little rosettes all over his back, he had a big fluffy mohawk. Tricolored black and brown fur almost like a checker board and he also had a little white on one of his feet and near his rear. I had begged my parents for a Guinea pig and now I was going to have one. I was very nervous and for the first couple weeks I had a fear I was going to mess up and kill him somehow. I remember my mom she told me to enjoy him as long as I could and just spend as much time as I could with him. I did and I loved it all. I didn't think he'd die I though he'd watch me get a little older and go to high school. Very late January he had gi stasis. We took him to the vet and in no time he was better. He showed no symptoms of illness and he was sick a second time in late Feburary. He had a stomach ache so we massaged his belly and we had to force feed him. He recovered and he was brand new. I didn't think he'd get sick a third time. Third times the charm like they say. This time it did it. He was drooling and he developed an upper respitory illness. We where going to go to the vet but they were all closed. He could no longer stand. He was limp. I picked him up and I faced him my way to kiss his nose and usually he'd put his paw on my lips to block the kiss. Not this time. He was gasping for air and he was near. I knew it. He convulsed many times and I cried because I could do nothing. He laid on his side and he kicked his paws as if he were swimming. Then he opened and closed his mouth a few times and passed. I felt like I lost everything. March 25 2014 7:43AM. He was only 10 months and I had gotten him July 6th 2013 when he was 2 months. I don't know what I'll do on his birthday May 6th I wish he could have made it. I miss Dash so much I can't describe it. My Dash is gone death has taken my everything. I know its odd but I called him my son. My baby. He was truly beautiful and I wish to see his face again. It's only been 4 days but it seems like its been forever. I've been wishing I was dead so I can be with him. I have nobody but to blame myself for his death I let my baby died I betrayed him I watched him die I can just think him asking, "Mom why did you let me die? Why did you watch me die? Why didn't you help me?" Dash I hope you can forgive me I love you so very much I know I'll never forgive myself. You're always in my heart. I'm dying everyday without you and I watch every video of you and look at every picture of you. And everyday I catch myself saying "I wish you where here Dash" and I make the mistake and think you're still here and I swear I can still hear you. I wish somehow you could come back.
