Alex seemed to be getting better, but then he got worse.
Much, much, much worse, and quickly.
A few days ago, he was happy, his foot was pretty much all healed, and he was seemingly healthy.
However, he was far from healthy.
He began to feel sicker, and then stopped eating.
Larissa forced him to eat and drink, and was going to take him to the vet today, since her health checkup she gave him pointed to him possibly having some type of cancerous infection near his behind (which was also inhibiting him from 'emitting waste' correctly).
Well, apparantly, Alex was sicker than anyone realized.
He was alert yesterday, though a little depressed and lethargic.
We were pretty sure that he would make it at least one more day, and get better once the vet checked him out.
But, unfortunately, Alex could not hold out until then.
Last night/early this morning (between when larissa went to sleep at 11 after comforting Alex for an hour and when she awoke around 6 am), Alex closed his eyes and died, while I nuzzled and cuddled him, trying to make him feel better.
She told me to help him out and do my best to comfort him, which I did.
(I would have done it anyway, of course.)
I just wish I could have done enough for him to live a bit longer...
I mean, yes, death is a pert of life, and we only live 4 to 6 years (Alex was 4), but i just wish he had felt better before he died.
I mean, diseases like that are quite painful and unconfortable...
Alex handled it very well, though. I'm proud of him.
He didn't whine or complain much at all.
I suppose he knew, inside, that his time had come...
I suppose we all knew he wouldn't last much longer, as well.
It's just... very sad.
I remember how happy I was when, at 1 year old, Alex came to live with me.
I finally had a friend to be with!
And when Zelos came, it was even more great.
And when Zelos died, Alex and I comforted each other.
It was only two months ago Zelos died...
Now, my first friend, Alex, is dead, too, and I'm all alone.
Larissa is sad, too.
We buried him next to Zelos.
Alex was a wonderful g-pig, and I truely will miss him; we all will.
Now, for some memorable photos of Alex...
I will attempt to carry on this journal on my own, I suppose...
It's going to be tough work, playing all the games without another g-pig.
Yet, I will persevere....
Oh, what am I saying.
This is the "Joural of the Game-Crazy guinea Pigs".
Pigs, plural.
I cannot do this without the others...
I am truely sorry, but I must end this blog now.
Perhaps, one day, I will continue this blog, or start one anew,
but for now, my frieds, I must bid ye, Adieu.
This is Ron, the last of the Game-Crazy G-Pigs, signing off...
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