hi im 12 year old makailah this is a story about my guinea pig vinny i had him since i was five he crossed over at the age of seven i was twelve i miss him so much i remeber his death in great detail well here it is i was laying on my bed talking to my aunt on the phone when something told me to go over and check on vinny as walked i said name he didnt squeal like usual so i did our special whistle or call i taught him when he was baby still no sound i became scared for i knew of his old age i slowly walked over to the cage to my horror i saw my baby boy laying on his side i was still on the phone i froze with fear i asked my aunt if i could call her back trying to hide the tremblinging my voice i hung up the phone i was shaking terribly by now i was so scared i couldnt move i couldnt speak all i could do was stand there and cry tears were running down my cheeks so violently i had to cover my face i ran to my mom she asked what was wrong all i could say was "vinny is dead" in a hushed tone as soon as i said i reaized it was all true i cried in my mothers arm for what seemed for hours vinny had always been my best friend i know it sounds silly but i would talk to him about everything he knew all my secrets i would hold him when i was sad he would lick my tears away and kiss my face with his little tongue i wondered how could this happen to me and only a few weeks before christmas what did i do to deserve this what bugs me the most is to know that he died alone in his cage to this day i still find myself talking in my room only to look over to where vinny's cage once was and realize im alone i still get choked up at the sound of his name i loved my little angel boy so much but i know i will see him again one day at the rainbow and that he is no longer sufferring and that i will always have a hole in my heart where my vinny boy once was and will remain not in life but in spirit i love you vinny and i will never forget you.