Quinn was a guinea pig of mine that passed away of respiratory infection. She was white with a black face and she bit. But I still love her. We got her because my other guinea pig, Niki, needed a friend due to loneliness, and we had her for a year. Then, she got sick. I'm not sure why, but we couldn't bring her to a vet due to money problems - though I wanted to. I /could/ have, if I persuaded people. But I didn't, and I hope Quinn forgives me for this, but if she doesn't...I understand. After three days, Quinn passed away. I wasn't with her with her last minutes - which made me more upset than ever. I don't even know where she was buried. I hope she eventually comes to forgive me, for I miss her more than I can put in words. I love her dearly and I just wish I could have been there, holding on to her at her final minutes. I'm sorry, Quinn. Forgive me.