I've held many creatures
Void of life
But it's never as hard
As when it's your own
No pulse, no
Breathing
Just an empty
Shell that once was
The shock is
The first to rise
Like a wall
Coming crashing in
Then the guilt
Wells up in my mind
"I could have
Done better"
But life still
Carries on
I have things
To get done
You'll always have
A place in my heart
My dear sweet
Guinea pig
RIP Squeaker
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