I've had guinea pigs ever since I was little. FI and I have two at our place in Chicago, and my parents had two at our house in MN (where I'm going right now, as it were.) My mom just called to tell me that the little one died. She'd been sick for a while, and she just couldn't fight anymore. Most people don't know how smart and social they are, and it just breaks my heart to know that her cagemate keeps running around the cage trying to find her. Now I'm crying on a bus. Classy. How's everyone else doing?