Twee's gone.
when i got home from work (and now i wish i hadn't worked so late), she was hunched in a pigloo and barely sniffed at the carrot that Nori promptly devoured for her. she was unenthusiastic about her watermelon pain meds. after dinner i brought both pigs over to my bed, on a pile of towels. she was already limp when i picked her up. I held her while Nori nibbled her ear, and she laid her head on my arm and quietly stopped breathing when I had my eyes closed.
we all kinda sat there for awhile. i kept thinking i saw her chest move. you can't make a guinea pig's eyes close like they do to people in movies. i've never seen anything dead before besides fish. Nori nibbled her ear for awhile - I thought she was trying to wake her up but then she stepped right over Twee's face to chew on some towel, so perhaps not.
so i wrapped her in some fleece and some dragonfly brocade i bought forever ago and put her in a shoebox, and i keep remembering
the day i met her (when i completely failed at quarantining properly) five years ago. i am grateful i didn't have to decide for her in the end and that nori and i were with her, which is really the best you can hope for i suppose. and I don't believe in anything but at least she isn't hurting anymore.
Godspeed, good pig.