When I came home today I was surprised that my guinea piggies weren't wheeking for me as I came in- so I thought it was nothing, that maybe they were having an afternoon nap like they sometimes do.
I just checked on them, and Ivan was lying in his little house, not breathing, not moving, just staring vacantly into space. The girls, who live in the space beside him, didn't make a sound.
I've no idea why or how he died; he was a happy little pig yesterday... but I wish I could've been with him in his last moments.
I'm sorry, Ivan. <3 I love you.