I want to just start this blog by saying, I am an animal lover and there was no harm done to any animal prior, during or after the writing of this piece.

This story begins about over a year ago in the middle of a very normal week. At 8 p.m. our youngest daughter ran into our room crying hysterically because her guinea pig, which had lived WAY past its life expectancy, was not moving or eating. I do not deal well with small rodent-like animals when they are healthy, let alone possibly dead! I comforted my daughter and yelled for my husband. After several minutes he came in to tell us that Rosie was no longer with us. We loved on our daughter and told her how much Rosie had loved her and that she had given her a good life.   My husband wrapped Rosie in a blanket and put her in a shoebox and we said our goodbyes. Normally, this would be the part where we talk about the pet funeral and how we buried her in the backyard. However, this was also the time of Samson, our Golden Retriever, burying bones and digging up everything else! We were in a conundrum. What do we do with the guinea pig? I am sure I am going to get a lot of advice, but its too late now. My husband put the box in a bag and sealed it up and put it in the bottom of our outside freezer that had NOTHING IN IT! I was not happy, but we needed time to figure out how and where to bury Rosie. My husband was also leaving for India the next morning and as I said, I don’t do dead pets.

Of course, my oldest daughter had to tell her friends and I did get the occasional call or text from a friend hoping to borrow some guinea pig meat for their dinner. NOT FUNNY!

Well, a year passed, and let’s just say, we may have forgotten Rosie was still in the freezer. A week before Christmas, I sent my youngest out to get hamburger out of the freezer. I told her it was in the very bottom basket. The next thing I know she is standing in my kitchen holding a bag asking me, “what kind of meat is this?” I responded, “NOT THAT FREEZER!” I was horrified that my daughter had just brought her dead, frozen guinea pig in for dinner unknowingly and I rushed to grab the bag from her. I gently put the guinea pig back and retrieved the hamburger from the correct freezer.

At this point, I have lost my appetite and I am waiting for my husband to arrive home to go bury the poor guinea pig in a field or someplace other than our freezer.

I am happy to say that after the girls were in bed, my husband gave Rosie a proper burial.

Sunshine & Sarcasm,

Lowi & G