So one of my guinea pigs died today morning. I wasn't even there when it did. My father took care of the two all this time, he cleaned their shits and gave them food, I occasionally visited their cage. Sigh. I realized I am not a pet person...Sucks. I slept through the evening, and while my parents gave away the other guinea pig and when I went to the empty veranda, where they used to stay, I couldn't help but cry. Maya...And I know my dad. He must be so upset. I heard he cried giving away the other one...It was only yesterday he made a small bunk bed with sticks for them to jump around and play.
You know what? I will never have pets. Never. It sucks when they die or leave.
You know what? I will never have pets. Never. It sucks when they die or leave.
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