That'll Do, Pig, That'll Do

Our guinea pig Cooper died this morning asleep in his little house with Mulder by his side.

I thought that I was being punked when Jack first told me, but he was quite serious. Cooper has been buried in the garden with a cinderblock headstone. We'll paint it when the weather warms and the storms have passed.

We've both lost pets before. My cats, my little rats, his hamsters, his kitten: all gone.

It doesn't make it easier, though.

The last time I lost a guinea pig, though, the poor thing died choking, seizing, and spitting up froth on the way to the animal hospital. In comparison, Cooper's death was mercifully peaceful.

You were a good guinea pig, Cooper. May you take a soft-footed journey west to the land of silence and be held by the gods themselves.

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