March 25, 2014
Gone In A Flash
After months of begging, pleading and reminding, Owen finally got a guinea pig. Three weeks ago, we went to the pet store and found possibly the most adorable rodent I've ever laid eyes on. He was tiny but adorable. Owen fell in love. Owen named him Flash. Flash Thompson. We brought him home, assembled his cage, shoved food and hay in his general direction and let him be. Throughout the week we cuddled him. He loved nothing more than to climb into Beth's shirt (something Flash and I share).
Two weeks ago, while the girls were involved in a Girl Scout event, I went to check on Flash Thompson and found him dead. I was devastated. First, he was cute but mostly I knew that Owen would be crushed. I went downstairs where Owen and I had been playing Legos, and broke the news. He immediately put his head in his hands and began sobbing. I had a hard time not sobbing myself.
We're guinea pig veterans. Okay, we haven't had a million of the things but we have Anderson (who is the most awesome rodent alive) and we've managed not to kill him. We all agreed - Beth, Owen, Mia, me and the pet store - that Flash Thompson was sick when we got him.
Of course later that Saturday afternoon, we went to the pet store and found a replacement. Flash Thompson (Part Two) is a gigantic, and beautifully colored, guinea pig. Owen chose him because he was huge, the opposite of the original Flash Thompson, and perhaps less fragile. Two weeks in, Flash is doing great. Still a little skittish, but pretty damn cool.
R.I.P. Flash Thompson The First.Posted by Chris at March 25, 2014 5:37 AM | TrackBack