Saying Goodbye to Our Guinea Pig

We got home from church yesterday, and before I changed into sweat pants or made lunch, I went downstairs to feed our geriatric guinea pig. Domino has been with us for seven years. In fact, Saturday was his "birthday," which was really the anniversary of the day we bought him. He spent the afternoon relaxing on a rug on the floor next to our sliding glass window. That chubby black and white guy loved soaking up the sun.

A birthday celebration a few years ago with Domino!

Our mini-dachshund even managed to climb into the cage with him and gave him several Happy Birthday licks. :)

So when I went downstairs and Domino didn't scurry out of his house to greet me, I knew something was wrong. I peeked in--his little body wasn't moving. I made my husband check on him.

He'd passed away sometime that morning, and by the looks of it, he went peacefully. He was curled up with his paw under his chin.

I've joked often over the years about how old he was getting and weren't they supposed to have a short life span? But Domino was a sweet fellow, always happy and squeaking. We'll miss him.

(I won't miss changing the bedding. Keeping it real, people!)

Have you had to say goodbye to a pet recently?

Have a wonderful Monday!

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