Hello. When you get the chance, would you like to post some pictures of your piggies so we can all say how cute they look?
I totally will when we bond better. I have a few but they tried loading sideways. My profile picture is a straight shot of all them. I don't need to hear how cute they are because I already know they are perfect! (But compliments are always nice, and so is looking at cute, beautiful piggies!)
I actually got them all at different times so they are in order from left to right as far as age and getting them. I've been on a journey with them: I found myself waiting for an online order from one store and realizing there was a pet store was next door. I went in to get something for my sister's cats and walked right in seeing the cutest piggie I had ever seen. Like it was love at first sight and I just had to have her. I talked it over with my sister (who I was living with) and she didn't say I shouldn't, just that it would solely be on me to take care of her (which I was fine with, I've done it before, AND I was the only one caring for her cats. So animal upkeep wasn't an issue). After about an hour and a half at the store, I decided I was going to adopt her. I ordered a cage online and grabbed immediate needs there (I had a make-shift cage that was small but was super temporary). I also knew that of the four female pigs, I should get another so that they feel safer. Of the other three it really didn't matter at the time which one (because they were all similar and cute in their own ways) and so I got the first one they caught (the black and white one on the left). (ALSO, as I walking to the car with them and the supplies, I got an email from the store that the order I was waiting was not in stock and canceled! So fate, right?!)
I got them home and kept in my shut room until I got their secure cage. Within a few day the big cage was delivered. I had them upstairs in the kitchen area. I noticed the cats were super stalkerish so I set out motion sprayers and put inside-out tape on the cage's lid (which each cat got on once and then got the heck off of when it realized it was sticky). Those detterants worked to keep the cats at a distance.
I got home late one evening after going to a baseball game and I realized one the pigs wasn't acting right (the one I fell for right away). It was late on a Friday and did not know my options. I noticed she wasn't active, at all. I got her out and covered her with a hand towel. I was waking about every two hours to syringe feed her watered down pellets (didn't really know what I was doing or what I should be doing and just acted of instinct). She stayed on my chest the entire time. I was waiting for the pet store to open in the morning (Saturday) and when I was let in and described my night, they took a look at her. (Keep in mind that this was day 9 from my adoption AND I've had guinea pigs in the past and really noticed something was up). They looked her over and didn't notice anything wrong: clear eyes and breath sound and normal heart beat. SOOOOO they told me I had a "lazy" guinea pig and I should keep an eye on her (and that it was Saturday so the soonest a vet could see her was Monday). I took her home and then did more research. I started chatting with an online vet while calling emergency vets (I lived in a rural community litterally at least 40 minutes away from everything). In the meantime, the pig was clearly going downhill fast (like twitching). I found a vet and called the store to tell them I was taking her there. They insisted on me coming back to them (along the way). When I finally got there, she had passed (pretty sure I saw her take her last breath at the stoplight outside the shop). I WAS A CRYING SOBBING MESS!! I was taken to the side by the same lady who said she was "lazy" was the same one who pronounced her dead.
I was heartbroken but now realized while I got her sister to keep her company, now her sister had no one to support her. I asked if any of the other 2 were there and lady said there was one. I went to see which one and low and behold while there was one pig there, it was a totally different one. I took her anyways (and she was also gorgeous). I introduced them and they seemed to get along.
My sister eventually made me rearrange my room in order to get the piggies out of the kitchen because she didn't like how their hay made her house "smell like a farm". I moved them both down to my room, which I honestly loved being closer to them (and they've always had floor time in her office downstairs in a different, secured room). After about a week, one morning I noticed that the remaining "original" baby had eye drainage. I took her to the store and sure enough, they needed to administer a round of antibiotics. I went straight to work after dropping her off. When I got home that evening, the newer guinea pig had drainage as well. At this point, it was too late to get her to the store.
(Remember how I was talking to an online vet for the first one? Well thankfully I got real information on what to do to sustain life). Every four hours that night I administered 10 ml of Oxbow critical care, some mls of straight water, and some pediatric gasx. I kept her alive and got her to the store first thing in the morning. (It was nice that they were together again, though it was nerve wracking for me not to know they were really okay). They were there for 7 days, and I stopped by 3 times to see them over that week (and noticed they responded to my voice). When I went to pick them up, another female piggy caught my eye. I went home with the two and just spent the day/evening watching them and appreciating their lives! I lost track of time and realized it was 2 in the morning. I texted my supervisor, explaining that I would come in later in order to get some sleep (admitting to spending the time with the girls instead of being an adult and using time management skills). She insisted I take the day just to spend with them. (She likes guinea pigs AND I cried to her over the phone for 2 hours and 45 minutes the day the one died. So she knew how much I was attached).
With being off that day, spending time with the two, I kept thinking of the one still at the store. I decided to go and get her. (This is why my cage is small for three, because it was originally planned for 2). (ALSO, while the two were at the shop, I sanitized EVERYTHING in the cage. Ran the fleece liners through a sanitize load followed by a heavy duty cycle, then put all plastics and glass water bottles and houses in the dishwasher, followed by a hand wash of the bottles as well, and threw away everything else and just bought new ones- huts, logs, toys). So I was feeling better that if it were germs from the first one getting stressed and sick, that they were gone!
It's crazy how the first piggy (Solo) was "flat haired" red/brown and white, and her sister (Rapinoe) was Abyssinian black and white. When Solo died and I got Vicki, she was also flat haired like Solo, with black white and brown (tan-brown, lighter than Solo, but still a brown nonetheless). The reason the fourth guinea pig (Patrik) stood out to me in passing is because she was Abyssinian like Rapinoe, tricolored like Vicki, but with Solo's version of brown (red-brown). So it was like she encompassed some of every part of the three before her. Making her the "icing on the cake".
Not sure who all read that but that is my current story of my three. (I was since kicked out of my sisters house. I got school housing but did not have approval for the girls. Getting them approved took 3 weeks. So I would come to my apartment (90 miles daily) and then go back into a house where I was not wanted every evening to feed their veggies, maintain their cage, give them floor time, and cuddle them. It was really stressful and in all the craziness around me that I could not control, is where I started displacing my issues onto them. I got them approved so now they at our new place. I also sought out a private vet for them just to have established care for if they do get sick again. They got their first checkup (and sex confirmation) a week before we got to all move. I know I am NOT doing things perfectly but I am really passionate and trying. Getting a larger cage is on my list, I just have other bills to manage first (hoping by Christmas I will get them their full upgrade). I do really love them and hate myself for being a monster from time to time. That's why I am getting professional help and just trying to take things slow. It's been three days since I stopped reaching for them. I use an over-sized strawberry house to get them from cage to floor time and back to cage. (clean their cage in the meantime). I've been placing my hand in their cage for one minute with veggies before I place them all in a walkaway. Tonight (day three) they all went into the strawberry on their own (either going to floor time or back) AND two of them approached my hand during the first minute. I think I will increase to two minutes next week. After the third week of not reaching for them I would like to take them for lap time, for a minute a piece, and with some veggies and see if we can build off that. Please give me feedback if this sounds appropriate (and if you have made it this far...!)