Our beloved guinea pig, Rufus, or as he's fondly called, Piggy or Porky (being a pig :P) passed away last December 24, 2009. It was so sad because he died the day before Christmas. I woke up to the voice of my dad outside my door saying that Rufus had died. I went out and saw my sister crying over his dead boy. My sister said he had a painful death; he was having seizures before finally resting. We don't know what caused his death. There was also no way to bring him to the vet because it was early in the morning and it was the day before Christmas.
Rufus was only with us for four months. We got him when he was a tiny baby for my sister's psychology class. She had to train him to push a ball into a goal, which he learned how to do successfully. He had a big appetite, but he was pretty much contented with what he had. He made a lot of noise when he was hungry, but he was still so cute and irresistable. We cremated him that same day, which took a while. Now, I hope he's truly in peace. We'll miss you Rufus!