Whenever it was--3 or 4 years ago--I still had my kids' pet guinea pig living in the car with me. I was really freaking out and reacting bad that winter--really from fall on, like every year since 2002. She ended up dying. I was too freaked and emotional to care for her or do anything in life, let alone promote it. I was too freaked and emotional to even think or act to do the right thing and find someone or someplace to take her. I told the kids that she was sick. That she had a bad respiratory infection. She did have one by the time she died. But I was too afraid and freaked about everything to take her to the vet. She rarely got fed or fresh water, or got the bedding changed. I was so good about that at one time. Even longer before I married and divorced and everything I had received several awards for working/volunteering with animals at a shelter. No one would ever guess I'd be guilty of something like this. I love animals too much. Amazing what the mind can do to a person.