When I was five, I got a great rabbit that we named Elvis. He was a lopp rabbit with tan ears and patches of fur, a mainly white colored, and a minimal amount of black fur. I spent all of my time with him, except school, meals, and sleeping. He would run around my legs in circles, giving out little happy-grunts.
As I aged, he did too. He was still running around, nails clacking on our basement floor, just like the happy-go-lucky bunny he was. One day when I was nine (3/4), I was talking about what we would do with him when he passed away.
I then went to my basement to play video games, and I looked over at his cage and saw him laying against the front of it. I went over to pet him, and I saw that his eyes were closed. Being that he was 7 years old, which is a long life for a lopp rabbit, I knew he had passed away, less than half an hour after I played with him last.
My family was very sad, and we got him cremated and buried his ashes in our backyard. I cried for the next couple nights, and I guess he saw that I was and gave me signs that he was ok. I had dreams about him, as well as the rest of my family, and I occasionally heard the clinking of his toenails in our basement.
One dream that I remember, though it is vaguely remembered, was the night after his death. I was playing with him again in the basement, though in my dream I still knew he was in heaven, and I just felt that he was ok.
A couple month's later, I got a new guinea pig named Cocoa. She was nice, and she always liked it when I was around. The only thing bad I noticed was that she wouldn't walk into the area where Elvis's cage was. Around the end of her life, though I didn't know it was, she started to lick my thumb when I pet her. When we had her for seven months, she was acting a little weird, so we took her to the vet.
She had an upper respiratory system infection. After this, I made sure that I played with her more often and checked what she was eating was safe for her. Only nine months after we got her, she died. I had no idea she would, because it was so sudden, but earlier that day I just felt that we needed to take some pictures of her with us.
Then, only an hour after the last picture, she started to suffocate in my hands, making weird shrieking and choking sounds. We prayed for her as she left our world, and she went as peacefully as she could. The next couple of days, I had dreams of her and I'm in my basement, I heard squeaking sounds and occasionally felt something on my thumb, which I expected was her spirit.
To this day, I haven't experienced anything but I still pray for both of them.
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