Well, today is happened - mom's most active guinea pig died. She was sick, since we noticed that her check unnaturally large and went to vetirenar. It's gone worse - Himka hadn't chew enough to let her teeths grow long. Starvation as we think.
Yesterday I heard my mom speaking with vetirenar again and posted to two humans who will understand what mom's pet is gonna be eutonaized(i don't know that's for english when you inject deadly sick peolple/pet with some liquid what "bring's 'em calm death"). I though I was wrong - my mom brought guinie to the clinic. They DO short teeth.

Today when mom looked onto her I asked to take and warm this pet.
Mom said what she's dying. But after she let me to take guinie on hands...
Himka dyed on my hands. It wasn't MY pet, but I cryed, realizing what it's against my thoughts. Tears just dropped some time by themselves.

Rest in Peace, Himmie. It's a pity you didn't met you first winter...
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