I know this may be quite trivial to some, but my pets mean the world to me. My dog, Maggie, passed away last August, less than a week before I came home from residential treatment. I am still mourning her passing. But then yesterday, I was woken my dad who informed me that my guinea pig, Spencer, wasn't looking well or eating and he was taking him to the vet. I visited him with my mom last night, knowing that if he didn't make it I would really regret not doing so. I held him for over an hour. He looked terrible, worse than I'd ever seen, and the doctor said that he had about a 20-30% chance of making it through the night. We thought we should give him that chance. However, right before we were about to leave and the vet tech put him back in his cage, he laid on his side, twitching, curled up in almost a fetal position. I immediately knew we had to put him down. The vet tech picked him up and carried him out to get the vet who had been treating him. When he returned less than a minute later, he informed us that my little guinea pig had passed in the woman's arms. I'm in shock, alternating between periods of crying hysterically and feeling nothing but emptiness. He seemed absolutely fine the night before. I can't believe he is gone. I don't really know how to cope with his passing, especially seeing as my dog passed just 6 months ago, my dog who I grew up with since I was 10 years old. I guess I just need some support, and maybe some suggestions as to how to cope with losing him.