On Monday morning Louis died. Now there are no guinea pigs left in the house. I will never again wake up to the noise of them purring. I will not buy greens from the market for them. I will not hear their squeaks when they hear my key in the front door. I will no longer trespass each week to pick fresh grass. This was the final eye-watering vet bill wil…
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