MommaPiggy
Adult Guinea Pig
I haven't really been able to tell anyone about this. As the people who I did tell...Laughed at me.
So while I'm with fellow Guinea pig lovers...I want to share my story.
I hope you don't mind.
In December of 2008, my brother and his girlfriend gave me the best Christmas present of all.
2 Beautiful piggies. They took me to Pets @ Home, one week before Christmas day and I picked out my furry friends.
Ralph and Louie.
Louie was the one I fell in love with first. I didn't see any other piggy; Once Louie stepped out of his Pigloo, I knew that he was the one for me.
After holding him, I couldn't let him go and I begged my brothers girlfriend to let me have him and she agreed (naturally, since they were for me.)
And then this tiny brown blur raced across the pen. When he stopped, I realized that it was one of the smallest things I have ever seen. He was so tiny and he had ears like dumbo, I swear he could have flown away. He was precious!
My little Ralph.
Everything was going well but in March...Louie's health began to deteriorate.
I had him neutered. At the time I was told that two males must be, otherwise they'll fight...And my boys fought alot!
Now I realize it doesn't mean much but from experience, it does calm them down slightly. But not enough for it to be worth all that worry.
He went into shock and wouldn't eat or drink.
He became constipated and I took him to the vets as soon as I noticed it (within 24 hours)
I took him in every day for a week and told them that he was constipated but they blew me off and gave me this special pet food that you mix with water and stuff. It did come in handy but it didn't solve the problem.
Thankfully, one of the vets listened to me.
but it was too late -.- She took him in over night and he survived for another week. I had to syringe feed him and I nursed him day and night. Getting up to feed him in the middle of the night, changing his food and water, just in case he decided to eat or drink on his own.
But nothing. ;.; One week later, he was taken back to the vets and he passed away 2 days later. I got a call at 11pm telling me that he'd passed away while they were tending to an emergency.
I buried him the very next morning. My brother is very understanding and we had a bit of a ceremony for the lil guy.
I picked out a box and decorated it, then collected Louie from the vets. My brother picked me up and took me to his house.
His girlfriend had dug a hole in the back garden and my brother had even bought a special bush to put over the grave.
People laughed at me when I told them about it but I loved him dearly.
But because of Ralph, I had something to focus on.
He was so miserable. I had to put him in a pet-store cage and have him in the living room during the day so that he'd have constant attention. (They used to be in the spare bedroom but now live in my bedroom ^-^ )
Just 4 days after Louie passed away...I was on the hunt for a new furry friend.
I felt bad, the pain was still there and I missed Louie so much but I knew that my feelings didn't come into it.
When you have pets, they're sort of like children...They come first. They need you to make the right choices for them.
Ralph needed company and fast...He had also started to eat less and drink less.
I walked into this pet shop in town. A horrible place.
Pet and Garden Center. I've always hated it. But nowhere else had any male Guinea pigs.
I strolled in and there was this bundle of fur...Being sat on by these huge rabbits.
He was in this tiny cage with 2 rabbits that were clearly not his friends.
Then this bird squawked from somewhere in the shop and I saw this poor Guinea pig leap into the air and run around, trying to find a place to hide...But he had nowhere.
I didn't question it. I opened the pen door, scooped him up and walked to the counter. Thankfully, they said nothing to me and they let me buy him.
I had my own carrier (I hate the boxes they get put in! pow-pow )
and off I went.
But on the way out...I looked inside another pen and saw a male piggy all on his own. He looked so much like Louie and although I wanted to scoop him up and take him with me...It hurt to look at him.
I thought that it would probably make me feel worse...I actually regret that decision. I wish I had bought him now. I really do.
Anyway.
My story has a happy ending.
This bundle of fluff that I bought...Was the most beautiful, ginger and white Guinea I have ever seen. He was a tiny fellow with a big hairdo but he had so much personality.
He was nervous but now he's a cheeky little chappy.
My little Arnold.
Arnold isn't afraid to lay in his own filth :...
Ralph...Chomping down on some Parsley!
My poor little Louie. You are greatly missed.
Sorry for this long and random post. Thank you to those who read it.
I wanted to say this because I've been holding it in for a long time now.
So while I'm with fellow Guinea pig lovers...I want to share my story.
I hope you don't mind.
In December of 2008, my brother and his girlfriend gave me the best Christmas present of all.
2 Beautiful piggies. They took me to Pets @ Home, one week before Christmas day and I picked out my furry friends.
Ralph and Louie.
Louie was the one I fell in love with first. I didn't see any other piggy; Once Louie stepped out of his Pigloo, I knew that he was the one for me.
After holding him, I couldn't let him go and I begged my brothers girlfriend to let me have him and she agreed (naturally, since they were for me.)
And then this tiny brown blur raced across the pen. When he stopped, I realized that it was one of the smallest things I have ever seen. He was so tiny and he had ears like dumbo, I swear he could have flown away. He was precious!
My little Ralph.
Everything was going well but in March...Louie's health began to deteriorate.
I had him neutered. At the time I was told that two males must be, otherwise they'll fight...And my boys fought alot!
Now I realize it doesn't mean much but from experience, it does calm them down slightly. But not enough for it to be worth all that worry.
He went into shock and wouldn't eat or drink.
He became constipated and I took him to the vets as soon as I noticed it (within 24 hours)
I took him in every day for a week and told them that he was constipated but they blew me off and gave me this special pet food that you mix with water and stuff. It did come in handy but it didn't solve the problem.
Thankfully, one of the vets listened to me.
but it was too late -.- She took him in over night and he survived for another week. I had to syringe feed him and I nursed him day and night. Getting up to feed him in the middle of the night, changing his food and water, just in case he decided to eat or drink on his own.
But nothing. ;.; One week later, he was taken back to the vets and he passed away 2 days later. I got a call at 11pm telling me that he'd passed away while they were tending to an emergency.
I buried him the very next morning. My brother is very understanding and we had a bit of a ceremony for the lil guy.
I picked out a box and decorated it, then collected Louie from the vets. My brother picked me up and took me to his house.
His girlfriend had dug a hole in the back garden and my brother had even bought a special bush to put over the grave.
People laughed at me when I told them about it but I loved him dearly.
But because of Ralph, I had something to focus on.
He was so miserable. I had to put him in a pet-store cage and have him in the living room during the day so that he'd have constant attention. (They used to be in the spare bedroom but now live in my bedroom ^-^ )
Just 4 days after Louie passed away...I was on the hunt for a new furry friend.
I felt bad, the pain was still there and I missed Louie so much but I knew that my feelings didn't come into it.
When you have pets, they're sort of like children...They come first. They need you to make the right choices for them.
Ralph needed company and fast...He had also started to eat less and drink less.
I walked into this pet shop in town. A horrible place.
Pet and Garden Center. I've always hated it. But nowhere else had any male Guinea pigs.
I strolled in and there was this bundle of fur...Being sat on by these huge rabbits.
He was in this tiny cage with 2 rabbits that were clearly not his friends.
Then this bird squawked from somewhere in the shop and I saw this poor Guinea pig leap into the air and run around, trying to find a place to hide...But he had nowhere.
I didn't question it. I opened the pen door, scooped him up and walked to the counter. Thankfully, they said nothing to me and they let me buy him.
I had my own carrier (I hate the boxes they get put in! pow-pow )
and off I went.
But on the way out...I looked inside another pen and saw a male piggy all on his own. He looked so much like Louie and although I wanted to scoop him up and take him with me...It hurt to look at him.
I thought that it would probably make me feel worse...I actually regret that decision. I wish I had bought him now. I really do.
Anyway.
My story has a happy ending.
This bundle of fluff that I bought...Was the most beautiful, ginger and white Guinea I have ever seen. He was a tiny fellow with a big hairdo but he had so much personality.
He was nervous but now he's a cheeky little chappy.
My little Arnold.
Arnold isn't afraid to lay in his own filth :...
Ralph...Chomping down on some Parsley!
My poor little Louie. You are greatly missed.
Sorry for this long and random post. Thank you to those who read it.
I wanted to say this because I've been holding it in for a long time now.
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your piggies are gorgeous 
