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Winter is gone
Text: Yang Jieqing.
When she went to the balcony that morning, she didn't see anything small. The little thing didn't know to run **. The little thing is not in good shape these days, and she worries all night. In the middle of the night, she got up and looked at it a few times.
The first time she saw it, she added fresh greens to it, but it only looked at it and didn't move its mouth at all. It hadn't eaten much in a few days. Afraid that it would freeze, she turned a white foam box more than 20 centimeters long to the side, with its mouth facing to the side, and made a warm nest for it, with thick soft toilet paper lined in it, to make its nest warm.
It has become very lightweight, and its movement has begun to become sluggish. She carefully placed it on the edge of her new nest. Probably thinking it was a good place to go, it slowly climbed in and lay down in a corner of it. On the other side of it was another nest, a cage with an open door.
The second time she went to see it, she walked over very lightly and quietly crouched by the box to observe. The little thing, as if hearing something, slowly staggered out of the box and brought its mouth to her hand. What is it doing, is it going to hug or eat? She picked it up and stroked its fluffy head, and the little thing let out a short, small cry. She handed the green cabbage leaf, and it lay on her hand, not moving, and its beautiful eyes were big and round, looking at her.
Thinking that it was coming to an end, her tears flowed silently and violently. On weekdays, she likes its big round eyes, and its black, white, brown hair is bright and smooth, and it is also very beautiful. But now it's sick.
She went to the pet hospital, and the doctor said that if she had surgery, she might die on the operating table; And for it, it doesn't make much sense anymore, because its life is almost up. Yes, the little thing is seven years old this year, and for guinea pigs, it is in its twilight years.
Last time there was a lump on the buttocks of the little thing, she soaked it in a warm bath with warm salt water for a few days to reduce inflammation, and then it disappeared. But this time, after soaking for nearly a week, I applied erythromycin ointment to it, and it didn't work, and it was getting bigger and bigger. Since the doctor said so, she can only continue to reduce inflammation and try to reduce the pain of it.
The little thing obediently lay on her hand and looked at her. She gently stroked it for a while, took a most beautiful green cabbage heart and handed it to its mouth: Little thing, you eat a little green vegetables, you haven't eaten much for a few days, how can this work? The little thing just symbolically took a bite of the greens, and then lay still on its stomach again. She put it in the nest with tears in her eyes. The little thing tilted its head weakly, looked in her direction, and lay down in the nest to rest.
Once upon a time, small things may have been eaten, and a large pile of greens was put in, and it clicked for a while. When she came to see it after work, she would put her two little front paws on the cage and look at her, asking for greens to eat. At this time, she took a handful of greens and handed it to it.
It eats almost everything, greens, grasses, cucumbers, carrots, sweet potatoes, apples, steamed buns, it eats them all. There is another point, which is difficult to think of: the little thing still loves watermelon seeds.
Yes, it loves to eat watermelon seeds very much! This is what she stumbled upon, once handed it watermelon peel to eat, accidentally stained with a black watermelon seed, but I didn't expect the little thing to eat the small melon seed first, chewing it up, and then, not in a hurry to eat the watermelon skin, but stopped, looked at her with an inquiring gaze, as if asking: Master, do you still have watermelon seeds to eat? Hey, little thing! That's watermelon seeds, do you like to eat them? She hurried to the living room, picked up some watermelon seeds, put them in her hands, and went to the balcony to give small things.
When she returned to the small cage on the balcony, she found that it was just waiting for her quietly, what about the watermelon rind? It didn't move at all. Could it be that it is waiting to get melon seeds for it to eat? The melon seeds are a little small and a little slippery, and it is not easy to put them in the cage, so she tentatively stretched out her palm and handed the melon seeds in her hand to the small thing. The little thing did not hesitate, and ate the melon seeds from the palm of her hand one by one.
At first, she was worried that its long, sharp teeth would bite her hand: she had seen its long fangs so remarkable that they could usually snap even thick grass roots. However, now the little thing is very careful when eating melon seeds, as if he is afraid of biting her hand, and gently and carefully holds the melon seeds from her palm to eat. The little hairs on the side of its mouth rubbed against her palms, tickling. She watched from the sidelines.
In the end, the little thing not only ate all the melon seeds in her palm, but also carefully picked out a small melon seed that leaked between her fingers with long teeth and ate it into her mouth. When he had eaten it all, he looked up at her again. Don't look at me, it's gone! She showed it her empty hand. The little thing then buried his head and dealt with the watermelon rind.
The favorite food of the little things is also the stewed vegetables in oil. It is very artistic when it eats this narrow and long vegetable leaf, and it will not break until it eats it. It also eats noodles. When I eat noodles, I also eat them one by one, and I keep in between. It's not easy for it to have this kind of ability.
The third time I went to see it, I found that it was not moving in the nest. She was startled, her heart sank, and she hurriedly reached into the nest to stroke it. Its body was warm and soft, and it let out a soft cry before she was relieved.
The next morning, she went to see it, the nest was empty, and the little thing didn't know where it went. She searched around the neighborhood, but couldn't see it, so she probably got under the table again. can still run, which means that the little thing is okay now. Her hanging heart lowered slightly. Because she was in a hurry to go to work, she put down the vegetables by the cage and hurried away.
There was a time when I couldn't find a small thing, and there was none. Later, she saw the bag of waste paper in the corner falling to the side: how did the bag fall when it was so good? She walked over and lifted the bag up and put it back in the corner, and at this point, she felt that something was wrong, the waste paper seemed to have added weight to the previous one.
She lifted it up a few times, feeling something squirming inside. The bag was full of waste paper, and she couldn't see anything, so she had to put the waste paper bag head down and pour out the waste paper. I heard a hula sound, and the little thing jumped out of the waste paper pile and ran away. Haha, the little thing that I haven't found for a long time is hiding here, and it really knows how to find a place! She couldn't help but laugh.
It seems to be very fond of paper, and the toilet paper that spreads it will probably tear its teeth to shreds. Newspapers attached to the cage often cause it to be pulled into the cage with its mouth and torn to shreds. Is it grinding its teeth in this way?
After work, she was still worried about the weak little things in her heart, and the first thing she opened the door was to go to the balcony. The nest was empty, the cage was empty, there was no movement under the table, and there was no sign of it in the gaps of large and small flower pots. Little thing, this is going to **? She chuckled in her heart: I heard that when the puppy is about to die, it will always hide in a place where no one is there and die quietly, and the little thing will not ......She suddenly became anxious, and searched more carefully everywhere. Or not! She wondered: just such a small place as the balcony, can it run to the **?
In the past, the little thing was very naughty, usually she put it in a cage, and then open the cage on the weekend, let it out and let it out, and the range of activities was limited to the balcony. When it was released, it was glad to run from east to west, and from west to east; Whenever I saw her, I would follow her like a fart, jumping and jumping at her feet, making her laugh. But one day, it quietly expanded its range of activities on its own.
One day, she was sitting on the sofa in the living room watching TV after dinner, and a small shadow suddenly flashed in the corner of her eye, and she turned her head sideways to look, the little thing sneaked out and was taking a leisurely walk in the living room.
Hi little thing! How did you get out? Are you hungry? Did I just get you a handful of greens? She stood up and walked to the balcony. The little thing immediately trotted close to her feet. The door to the balcony was blocked by her with a few cardboard boxes, and it could still jump over, and it was a high jumper!
Oh, so I'm done eating, wait, I'll get you some more! The little thing still runs after her, and it follows when she walks to**. She went to the kitchen to get the food, and she put it in the cage. The little thing jumped into the cage as if it were a long jump, picked up the vegetable leaves and ate them.
Ho, you've jumped quite far! is such a small point, but he is still a long jump athlete, amazing! It listened to her, and shook its head triumphantly as if it understood. Haha, she laughed, crouching down and touching its tiny body. It immediately stopped eating, raised its head slightly, and shook all over its body as it cooed. She knew it was using body language to tell her that it was happy! At first, she didn't know what it was doing, what it meant, was it going to attack people? I was also startled.,Then I didn't feel like it.,It's like I'm very happy.,On the last search.,Ha,Sure enough,It's a happy move!
The little thing loves to eat grass and vegetables, and she is afraid that it will gnaw on the wires like a rabbit, because the washing machine at home is dragging long lines. But no, it's not like a rabbit that catches and gnaws on anything like a grassroots, and it's not like a puppy who loves to mess around with its shoes in its mouth, can you think of it? Its hobby is actually - jumping on trampolines!
One day, when she came back from work, she put a handful of vegetables in the small cage and went to the kitchen to work. After eating, the greens are gone, and the little things are gone.
She forgot to close the cage door, and the little thing came out. She thought that the little things would go to the crevices of the flower pots to play again, and they would come out in a while, so she went to the living room to tidy up the sofa and coffee table. I heard a banging sound coming from under the sofa. It was the sound of something touching something soft. What's moving? Isn't it a little thing running under the sofa?
She swept around with a long broomstick and didn't touch anything. Just as he was about to collect the troops, the sound of bangbang came again. She leaned her head and saw that the cloth at the bottom of the sofa was frequently deformed, and there was a pimple here, a pimple there, and she put her hand on it: a soft thing was jumping in it, and a few times it jumped on her hand, ah, it was the missing little thing, but, how did it run into the sofa?
Little thing, come out! She screamed a few times, but the little thing was having a good time and ignored her. She touched it in again, and felt a small hole: oh, it turned out that the little thing had crawled in from here. Because the little thing always didn't come out, she could only lift the sofa from one end, put her hand through the hole, and grab it.
There were jagged tooth marks at the entrance of the cave, and there was no doubt that it was a crime committed by a small thing, but how could it have remembered to bite through here and climb in to play this trampoline game? This little trickster! She put the little thing in the cage and closed it up, sewing the hole in the bottom of the couch together.
Little things will cause a little damage from time to time. For example, eat the green flowers and plants on the edge of the flower pot, so that the flowers and plants in the flower pot are less than the outside; Drag down the newspaper placed at a slightly higher place, tear it into pieces and spread it on the ground, play and jump on the shredded paper; Secretly bite out a small hole in the corner of the rice bag ......It's all bad things it has done.
Once, the little thing scared itself out. That time she heard a loud bang on the balcony, and hurried over to look: the little thing was stunned with a stick of grass on its mouth, and its eyes were looking in one direction. She looked in that direction, and a large flower pot on the windowsill fell to another on the ground. She looked at the little thing, and it was holding the vine of flowers and plants in the pot that had fallen from its mouth. It turned out that it was pulling the vines hanging down from the flower pot to eat, and the flower pot was also pulled down one by one. Luckily, the little thing wasn't smashed. The flower pot fell from such a high place, and there was the soil of the flower pot underneath, and it was not broken.
It's just that the little thing may be too old lately, and it has become a wet nest all the time, and the paper that has just been changed will be wet immediately. It turns out that this is not the case, and it will go to the side to urinate on the plate dedicated to its defecation. Could it be that this is a manifestation of animal aging? The door to the balcony turned out to be unclosed, only blocking a few cardboard boxes. Because it can jump high, she has to close the door at night to prevent it from sneaking into the house.
Sometimes when she opens the living room door in the morning, she will see urine marks in the waste cardboard box placed on her side. The little thing was coming in at night, because the door was closed, so it had to stay in a cardboard box. If you go to the nest again, it's no wonder that the thick pieces of paper inside make it wet. It's wet inside, not in it.
The eyes of the little thing are big and round, but they are beautiful. Ever since I bathed him for the first time, he has loved bathing. Whenever a small thing is bathed, it is always very well-behaved, very obedient and obedient, standing in the basin, with its two front paws on the edge of the basin, and does not move. It seems to be able to understand words.
Once she bathed it, put it in a basin full of hot water, and when she was done, she remembered that she had forgotten to get a special towel for the little thing from the balcony, and she said to the little thing, "Hey, little thing!" I'll go to the balcony to get you a towel, you must be obedient, don't move? Otherwise, you'll fall! Did you hear that? Be obedient! After saying that, he quickly left and went to the balcony.
She went to the balcony to find a towel and delayed for a while: a piece of laundry that was hanging on the balcony slipped off the hanger and fell to the floor, she picked it up and washed it on the hose and dried it again. Thinking that the little thing would move in the basin and fall down again, he hurriedly grabbed a towel and trotted over.
But when she entered the bathroom, her eyes widened in amazement—the little thing was still standing in its old position, with its front paws resting on the edge of the basin, waiting for her motionlessly! Ah, little things! Why are you so obedient and so well-behaved? Are you really waiting for me motionless? Haha, you're such a good baby! After listening to the compliment, the little thing shook his head calmly, which was an answer.
But once when I bathed it, it accidentally put a little shampoo in its eyes. She quickly rinsed it with plenty of water and gave it eye drops, but the cornea in one of its eyes was still slightly damaged. Although there is only a small place, she is still very distressed, and she has been regretting it in her heart. But it never screamed or made a fuss, and it didn't show any pain at all. Does it not feel pain, does it not know pain? Or is it a way to tell her that it's okay on its own and tell her not to worry?
In the last days, it got sick. I don't know if this is considered an animal's "geriatric disease", but at the age of seven, it is almost seventy or eighty years old in the guinea pig.
It's still very well-behaved, obediently motionless and let it bathe; Obediently let the hair dryer blow the wind for it; Obediently screaming and jumping and running around at her feet.
After taking a shower, it would lie on a towel on her lap, and its whole body would be prostrate there, motionless for her to touch. Feed it food, and it will unceremoniously gulp it up. When you touch it, you still squint your eyes and coo. But the lump on its ass was getting bigger. She knew that her time was numbered. Tears welled up in her eyes at the thought of this. Once upon a time when the joyful days were replaying like lightning.
A birdsong swept by. She looked up and stopped remembering yesterday. Now, what the hell did the little thing run away? She continued to look for small things on the balcony, but there were still none. She turned back in disappointment. Suddenly, she saw something in the dustpan at the base of the wall. If you look closely, it's actually a small thing! When did it lie here? She hurriedly walked over and crouched down: little thing, little thing! Why are you lying here?
The little thing lay there on its left side, motionless. Little things, little things! She shouted loudly, stretched out her hand and touched it, the little thing's body was already cold, but it was still soft. It must have been out of breath for a long time, was it because I struggled to move here while I was looking for it? As she thought so, tears began to slide down her face.
She didn't understand, why did the little thing enter the dustpan at the last moment? How did it get here, step by step? She picked up the little thing, and tears fell down the little thing. Suddenly, she saw a few strands of her long hair in the dustpan where the little thing was lying just now. Suddenly she seemed to understand something.
It is said that the guinea pig's sense of smell is very sensitive, and the little thing probably smelled the smell of her hair in a daze when it was dying, so it struggled to reach her hair with the last strength, thinking that it had found its owner, and said a final goodbye, and then died.
Little things, little things! Are you awake, are you awake? She wanted to wake it up, to see it cute and playful again with its big beautiful round eyes bouncing around it, and to hear it shake its body and cooer with pleasure. However, the little thing's body is already starting to harden slowly. Her tears began to turn into a raging sea. She knew that little things would never coo at her again, never again jump and make her laugh.
The little creature used to sneak out of its cage to look for her in the living room, but when she found it, it immediately twisted and twisted and jumped up and down to the balcony quickly, and its movements were very fast and agile, and it was very dexterous, which did not match its clumsy and cute appearance at all.
It occurred to her that in the last days of its life, when she opened the door to the balcony in the morning, she could always see the marks of its stay in the doorway, a few pieces of paper, or a small trace of urine, was it looking for her? Want to spend a little more time with your host in the last days?
To be sure, the little thing had crawled out of the nest more than once in the past few nights and tried to look for her through the door, and it was only now dawned on her why the little thing had been lingering at the door lately. But what about the little thing, that cute little thing has no ...... to breathe nowBig-eyed, pretty little thing, you, are you just gone?
The cage is empty; The nest is empty; The heart is also empty. The cute little thing that was usually alive and kicking was now motionless, lying obediently ...... her palm