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Alex, my guinea pig just died. In my arms. I still can't stop crying. I wish he didn't have to die yet. I miss him already.

Edit: We buried him now with a big hand full of grass. He loved fresh grass. Alex was an awesome guinea pig. He was either eating or sleeping or begging for food the whole day, as a good guinea pig does. And he was awesome at that.

Thank you for all your hugs. I appreciate them.