June has been crazy. Five days after I came home from Nashville, Sammie passed away. I spent that entire week trying to save him. He ended up passing away in the very early morning of Friday, June 5. It’s definitely not what I expected to happen right after coming home from a wonderful trip – and I wasn’t even expecting it to happen within the next three years!
Sammie’s death has been very hard to deal with. Since I watched him deteriorate over the course of four days, desperately trying to save him by syringe feeding him, it was absolutely traumatic and sad. I sat by his side for two days before he died. Luckily I work from home and he was in my office, so I always kept an eye on him. The Wednesday and Thursday before he died were spent sitting right next to him, praying and wondering how I could save him.
In the end, I couldn’t. Some sort of infection had taken over his body, as the X-rays showed. And yes, I spent $250 on guinea pig X-rays because that’s just what I do. Anyways, I have come to the conclusion that Sam most likely had the infection when I rescued him in January. I think it gradually got worse over time. I felt that after Kirby died in January, he sent me to rescue Sammie. Now that feeling is confirmed. I gave Sammie the best life I could possibly give him. I literally did everything I could, and most people probably wouldn’t have done that. Most people wouldn’t have stayed up to feed him at 2am…
Now I am down to four animals. I made the decision not to rescue another guinea pig (at least anytime soon) because Sam’s passing was just too emotional. And it wasn’t just hard on me, it was really hard on Wynston too.
Sam and Wynston had a special bond. Every night I’d take Sammie out to run around in my office with Wynston. They would literally play games together. Sam would run around under the bed and peek his head out on the different sides, and Wynston would run around on the top of the bed trying to see where he’d be next. It melted my heart. Wynston, in his playful stance, would look down on a side of the bed, and Sam would pop out and start wheeking. I miss it their games of hide and seek.
Wynston got sick after Sammie died. The vet thinks it was due to traveling to Nashville then coming home to Sam dying. There was a lot of stressful change within a period of two weeks. Wynston sulked and slept a lot for about a week. I knew he was grieving.
It’s been two and a half weeks since Sammie left us to join Kirby. I opted for a private cremation, as I did for Kirby, so now I have their ashes sitting next to each other. I also have clay imprints of their paws. I laughed because Sam’s paws were so big compared to Kirby’s! It makes me smile to look at their prints.
Every morning and evening, I still feel like I need to bring Sam some fresh veggies. When I get home from errands, I think I need to go upstairs and say hi to Sammie. I can picture him standing up and stretching on the cage whenever I’d walk into the room. I sure do miss his beautiful face greeting me in my office everyday.
I’m still sad, but it’s a process. I’m glad I was there for Sammie in the end, and I can say I did everything I possibly could.