I was so excited and happy about getting these sweetheart baby guinea pigs on Saturday. … …when I came home from work last night, I found out that one of my roommate’s dogs (who had been super crazed and interested in them) had flipped over the cage and killed the brown pig. The other one escaped and was unharmed. I had to clean up bedding and fluff and blood on my roommate’s bed while sobbing (the dog took the guinea pig into their room, onto their bed) and it was one of the most traumatizing things I have ever experienced. My eyes are still puffy and sore. In the midst of a couple events, someone left my bedroom door open when it was not supposed to be open. I can’t blame the dog. The white and tan one is doing okay and is on lockdown. (She still doesnt have a name.) We’ve been taking her out for cuddles and pets and reassurances every so often… But she mostly wants to hide in her shoebox, and I dont blame her. I still cannot fucking believe this really happened… RIP little Potato :((((( I’m so so sorry.