I Hope You Dance

When I was 8 I had a guinea pig. Her name was Blondie. I loved her. She squeeked and eeked and munched on pellets. Sometimes I'd let her out of her cage to play with me. Usually she'd run and hide under my bed. Timid little thing. One day, my family and I went on vacation. I was going to miss my little friend and I thought she'd miss me too. So I left her with a friend. A little stuffed bear about the same size as her. Later that week I returned home and flew up the stairs to see my friend. Noone could have ever guessed the horror awaiting me beyond the door at the top of the stairs. In her cage, on her back, legs erect and toes splayed, she laid. Beside her, only remnants of the little stuffed bear. I guess I gave her the ultimate company; death. Wherever you are now Blondie, I hope you dance.