Goodbye Guinea Pig
It's been a sad couple of days at my house. Our guinea pig, Harry, died last Saturday. We had him for almost eight years, a year beyond the average life span of guinea pig. We'll miss the little fur ball who loved to eat carrots and be scratched on the head.
Harry was my oldest daughter's pet. I think she got him has a reward for a good report card. She'd been begging for a dog, but my husband and decided our on-the-go lifestyle wouldn't be good for a dog. The kids always tell us they'll do all the work that comes with owning a dog, but I've always known better!
A guinea pig turned out to be a good option for us. Harry didn't mind being held, or pushed around in a doll carriage. He didn't make any noise, he didn't need to be walked and he didn't eat a lot. We could leave on vacation and have a neighbor check on him every few days. Not to say he was completely easy to care for. His cage did get stinky and needed to be changed at least once a week, but that was a good lesson in responsibility for my girls. He did need fresh water and more food every few days.
We'll miss our family pet Harry. His cage is empty for now, but chances are a new guinea pig will move in some day.
