Bluest of blue

My precious little Earl passed away sometime yesterday evening. Yesterday was actually a pretty great day until last night. After school, I was pretty excited to get home and just relax when Matt called and said he was coming over. Apparently, we didn't have enough food in the house so we went back to FoodLion as we did on Wednesday to get another pizza and some more cream soda. I have to buy the soda because he didn't have enough and he just had to buy the $7 pizza. When we got back to the house, I put the pizza up and we started watching Maury, since it was around 4:00 then. We talked for a little bit, ate the pizza and then talked some more. He left at around 5:00. He never really stays that long, but I don't entirely mind. My brother was telling me that Earl was making strange noises. He was. He was wheezing and having trouble staying still. I was scared, but I didn't want to freak out right there because I knew I had a hair appointment at 7:45. I got my hair cut, I love it, and I was excited to go home and put pictures up on Facebook.

A little after 10:00, my mom knocked on my door and said, "I think Earl died." She had such a sad look on her face, but I didn't entirely comprehend because we had decided to take Earl to the vet the next morning, early in the morning. I kept thinking to myself as I was walking over to the guest bedroom, "he can't be dead. We're taking him to the vet tomorrow..he'll make it through the night." I walked into the guest bedroom where he stayed, opened his cage, and he was sitting in his little igloo/dome thing. I lifted up the dome and felt his body. He wasn't cold, but stiff as a board. I pet him gently and then began to cry.

I lost my best little friend last night. It pains me greatly to think about it, but I can't not think about it. Everything was going so well last night and to then find out that my pet, the best pet I've ever had, died...I didn't know what to think. My mom, dad, and I just sat in the guest room and looked at him. I was crying and my mom was a little bit. I don't know if my dad was tearing because I couldn't look at either of them.

My dad buried him early this morning and he's actually making a stone to put over his grave. I asked him to bury Earl down by the tree in our backyard.


I'm incredibly sad, as I think I should be, but I know that things will get better. I can't ever forget a creature as special as he was. I don't think I could ever get another guinea pig either. He truly, truly was the best pet I've ever had. He was so unique and lively. He was silly and sweet. He loved Timothy hay and apples. He'd kiss my toes and snuggle up against me when I was lonely. He was perfect and I'll miss him.

R.I.P Earl Dewey
June 2006-May 2010