2-and-a-half years ago my mom got a handsome orange guinea pig. While trying to think of a name for him I pointed to an old U-KISS poster and remarked that Kibum had a rodent-y face so why didn't she name him that? (I'm aware guinea pigs aren't rodents, btw, but you know what I mean) She scoffed at the suggestion at first but then about an hour later, when she still couldn't think of a name, came back to my room and said, "Well... he is wearing orange in that poster" and thus the piggie came to be known as Kibum.

About an hour-and-a-half ago I got a panicked phone call from my mom. She was in tears. There was something wrong with Kibum. I rushed over to her house and quickly assessed the situation.

Kibum was dying.

I held him for a while before my mom was able to bring herself to touch him. We both cried. I took her puppy, Jisub, back to my house because he was freaking out in the other room and it was stressing Kibum out. And in the midst of Jisub playing with my kitten Banana I get another phone call about 5 minutes ago.

Kibum died.

He was a sweet guinea pig with lots of personality. When my mom got him, I had gotten a rat that I named Zinger. Zinger and Kibum, despite being different species, fell madly in love to the point that we even started wondering if it was possible for guinea pigs and rats to breed because how awesome would that be? haha I was crushed when Zinger died and I know Kibum missed her, too. Now they can be together forever.

Goodbye, Kibum. You were the best lil piggie and I'll miss you so much.