Last year, I was sitting on the couch, bored. It was getting dark and I didn't feel like going to sleep yet. My siblings were in the kitchen and so was my mother. I didn't want to do anything else so I did the next best thing: watching my guinea pig run around. He loved to get out of his cage and run around in the dark, I looked after him.
I went into the kitchen to get some food. My siblings were doing their normal things: homwework, tablets and argiung. I got out of there quick and my mother told me to watch my guinea pig. Me, being foolish, ignored this and went back to the living room to watch TV because somethng like America Ninja Warrior was coming on and I was tired/bored.
The rest of the day went on and it was really late. I had stopped looking after my guinea pig and completely forgot he was outside of his cage because I was so absorbed in the TV and going to sleep. Forgettin him was a huge mistake, my guinea pig can slip through anything and always finds a way to esacape. I got ready for bed, and it wasn't till my brother reminded me that he was outside.
I looked for him everywhere but I could not find him at all. I didn't know where he had gone, I panicked so much. I asked my siblings and my mother to help and they did. We searched the whole house until my mother told us to go to sleep. I was really upset with myself for losing him but I went to bed.
I ended up crying silently to sleep because I knew it was all my fault and he was now gone. He was probably starving which made thinga even worse. I made plans to look for him the next day. I decided to stay calm when I woke up and look for him logically.
In the morning, my sister came in and that was when everything hit. I heard a little biting sound under my dresser and I knew instantly it was him. He was okay when I moved the drsser, a little shaken up and hunrgry but fine. I fed him and returned him to his cage, promising myself I would never be this irresponsible again and so far I've kept that promise.