Last night my guinea pig Hades died. He was nearly one, and I have no idea why he died. He could have been being bullied by Thor or he could've been ill. I read that guinea pigs, because they're prey animals, tend to hide their symptoms until the last second. Despite that I can only see the fact that he's thinner than Thor, which (let's face it) isn't that hard.
He wasn't the dominant one, he wasn't the strongest, or the most well fed, but he was my favourite of the two. And I can't help thinking I could've done more. He had been more sickly and weak than Thor in his short life. Maybe I should've taken him to the vet the first few times, but he seemed better.
And now that Hades is gone I've moved Thor into my room, into an indoor cage, at least for the winter. He's making my room smell like guinea pig, and I can't decide if it's comforting or not. He needs a bath, but the shampoo is ordered so that I can bathe him, and I also ordered a brush, because when I stroked him I got a hand covered in fur.
He seems to be settling in but has spent most of today being hidden. I think he may be pining, he didn't really seem to know what had happened to Hades this morning.
More than ever, I wish Mark were here to spend time with me. Snuggles, chocolate ice cream and a good long talk... talk here not meaning talk of course ;)
Still, with all this activity today it has flown by. Let's hope the weather holds.
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