Last week PS's BFF and her little sister (same age as the twins) spent the night. They liked our guinea pig so much that they went out and bought out that very day (because apparently these parents are the type to buy animals on their children's whims). So BFF's mom called and asked me for tips on the newly acquired piggie. During the conversation I mentioned that we had another guinea pig that had gotten sick and died even after a trip to the vet and my diligent efforts to nurse it back to health.
So fastforward to this Saturday. DD goes to BFF's house for her birthday party. During the party DD calls and says, "Mom, BFF's guinea pig is sick, what do we do?" Yeah, because I am totally qualified to diagnose sick guinea pigs. I said, "Well, when yours was sick I held her to keep her warm and and fed her with a syringe." So BFF's mom gets on the phone and says, "What do I do, here eyes are closing...oh no, I think she's gone. Yeah, she's getting stiff now."
Yes, the guinea pig died in the middle of the little girl's birthday party, in front of a whole room full of little girls. Kinda put a damper on the whole party.
So, since the guinea pig was purchased last week, BFF's mom can return her to get a refund or replacement. But she needs to be frozen in the meantime. BFF's mom has only the freezer attached to the fridge. It's full and she doesn't want her girls finding it. So it's in my chest freezer, resting peacefully in a Hello Kitty shoe box.
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