so, yes
my baby guinea pig died before i did enough to save her.
i went to the petstore and tore them a new asshole
whip-words and angry tears included
they offered me another guinea pig.
i was fucking furious but i took her home,
if only to keep her safe and loved.

( meet Even(Eve for short, i suppose.) )

she will be named within the next 48 hours. it will either be "Barely" or "dead."

dead.

yesterday i bought a guinea pig with an upper respitory infection
drained my bank account on antibiotics and cautious care
i'm biting my lip as she sits still in her house, breathing hard
i'm gently wiping her nose and eyes clean every hour.

why can't i stop loving the ones that die