2009 a little chinchilla male guinea pig was being sold in my local petshop, I cuddled him and it was love instantly.
The petshop told me he had to be alone as other guinea pigs had picked on him and he was cruelly treated.
I brought him home, cuddled him, every few hours I had to get him out and cuddle him I was hooked. He bit me quick badly when I held him sometimes and he bit me real bad after 1 week of having him.
I put him back into the cage and was thinking of taking him back because I was scared of him cos the bite was deep.
That night I took him out of the cage bit nervous I wrapped him in my tshirt and I cuddled him for an hour and stroked him and he made happy noises which he hadnt made before. I think being wrapped up made him feel like he was in the womb again.
I decided that night and I spoke to him gently and said you shouldnt have bitten me cos I will never hurt you. Please dont bite again pleeease.
I then realised he was really traumatised and needed a lot of loving and kindness. I would get him out of the cage very often, let him run around the floor and I would sit with him, it took some getting used to and eventually he would run around and slowly came out of his shell.
I would be lying on the floor and he would come up to me put his front paws on my arm and lift his head up to me and kiss my nose then he would hop and skip around.
I cuddled him lots, took loads of photos and he would sit there happily making happy noises all content. When I ate dinner he would sit on table with me with his veggies and we ate together.
I talked to him a lot too and he loved it when i talked to him (he knew all my secrets) When I held him he would lick my nose and face for ages and ages and when he wanted toilet he would take my tshirt in his teeth and gently pulled.
Years passed and he became so bold and friendly he was afraid of nothing. Everytime i came home he would be up at his door of cage wheeking and excited to see what goodies ive brought home for him.
Every cuddle, every kiss, every moment watching him run around and skip and be happy, every wheek, every tear he licked away, every kiss I gave to him was precious - every time i gently held his rose petal ear and rubbed gently, he also loved me stroking his head - he would lift his head up and just go into a trance state when I stroked his head and cheaks with all my hand repeatedly.
He would sit on his stone (which enabled him to reach water bottle) he would eat his biscuits from his bowl then side step to his stone and look up towards to ceiling as if he were watching angels, his eyes were like little angels eyes, he would sit there munching away in a happy trance then drink from his bottle and sometimes I would squeeze the bottle to squirt water into his mouth - he loved that.
He was the love of my life - ive had many guinea pigs in my life but never one like him - he was special.
I would say gently "give mummy kissey" and he would lift his head up and kiss me - everytime I said those words he responded. He also knew his name I would call his name and he would come running over to me kiss my nose then skip and hop.
I got two little females for him to have company this year. He adored them. I wanted to have babies (of which I would keep all of them). He mated with the females last week.
I decided I would only have one litter of babies and would get Piggy neutered.
I researched the vet and researched into neutering and all seemed fine, I knew other piggies who were neutered at that vet and are alive and well today. so i arranged appointment for Piggy.
Thursday 16 June 2011 was the day........ Friday 17 June i bought Piggy home, he was trembling in the car.
I put him into his hospital cage with clean towels and nice food and he had a healthy appetite, and seemed back to his old self.
I checked on him every half hour and caught him bending right over licking his wounds I stopped him and distracted him with food. I then checked on him and to my devastation he was lying on his side and I saw little pink showing through stitches - he pulled glue out and wounds were open - I panicked so much was so scared - he was lying on his side not moving.
I phoned emergency vet - she said to come right now. Took him in mums car, he was all limp I held him close to me with clean towel wrapped around his wounds.
Vet looked and said all his intestines have come out through wounds he licked open - I held him in place while she prepared surgery table - hernia on left side needs to be stitched.
I held his head and front paws in my two hands and I kept kissing him and crying and telling him I'm so sorry - I shouldnt have got him neutered. I cried so hard his head was wet.
I looked into his eyes and i told him i love him and to please be strong I will never give up on him.
He wearily lifted his head and licked my nose then collapsed down. Through all the pain and shock he lifted his head and kissed me as if to reasure me he will be ok. I cried so hard. Then had to leave him to be operated on to fix him.
The next day the vet phoned me and told me he made a full recovery and is eating well and toileting well they have stitched him with proper stitches now not glue.
I asked if i can come and visit him, they said yes. He looked ok, I bought some his fave food with me. He ate some but not much. His hair all over was ruffled up which i know is a sign he not happy.
The petshop told me he had to be alone as other guinea pigs had picked on him and he was cruelly treated.
I brought him home, cuddled him, every few hours I had to get him out and cuddle him I was hooked. He bit me quick badly when I held him sometimes and he bit me real bad after 1 week of having him.
I put him back into the cage and was thinking of taking him back because I was scared of him cos the bite was deep.
That night I took him out of the cage bit nervous I wrapped him in my tshirt and I cuddled him for an hour and stroked him and he made happy noises which he hadnt made before. I think being wrapped up made him feel like he was in the womb again.
I decided that night and I spoke to him gently and said you shouldnt have bitten me cos I will never hurt you. Please dont bite again pleeease.
I then realised he was really traumatised and needed a lot of loving and kindness. I would get him out of the cage very often, let him run around the floor and I would sit with him, it took some getting used to and eventually he would run around and slowly came out of his shell.
I would be lying on the floor and he would come up to me put his front paws on my arm and lift his head up to me and kiss my nose then he would hop and skip around.
I cuddled him lots, took loads of photos and he would sit there happily making happy noises all content. When I ate dinner he would sit on table with me with his veggies and we ate together.
I talked to him a lot too and he loved it when i talked to him (he knew all my secrets) When I held him he would lick my nose and face for ages and ages and when he wanted toilet he would take my tshirt in his teeth and gently pulled.
Years passed and he became so bold and friendly he was afraid of nothing. Everytime i came home he would be up at his door of cage wheeking and excited to see what goodies ive brought home for him.
Every cuddle, every kiss, every moment watching him run around and skip and be happy, every wheek, every tear he licked away, every kiss I gave to him was precious - every time i gently held his rose petal ear and rubbed gently, he also loved me stroking his head - he would lift his head up and just go into a trance state when I stroked his head and cheaks with all my hand repeatedly.
He would sit on his stone (which enabled him to reach water bottle) he would eat his biscuits from his bowl then side step to his stone and look up towards to ceiling as if he were watching angels, his eyes were like little angels eyes, he would sit there munching away in a happy trance then drink from his bottle and sometimes I would squeeze the bottle to squirt water into his mouth - he loved that.
He was the love of my life - ive had many guinea pigs in my life but never one like him - he was special.
I would say gently "give mummy kissey" and he would lift his head up and kiss me - everytime I said those words he responded. He also knew his name I would call his name and he would come running over to me kiss my nose then skip and hop.
I got two little females for him to have company this year. He adored them. I wanted to have babies (of which I would keep all of them). He mated with the females last week.
I decided I would only have one litter of babies and would get Piggy neutered.
I researched the vet and researched into neutering and all seemed fine, I knew other piggies who were neutered at that vet and are alive and well today. so i arranged appointment for Piggy.
Thursday 16 June 2011 was the day........ Friday 17 June i bought Piggy home, he was trembling in the car.
I put him into his hospital cage with clean towels and nice food and he had a healthy appetite, and seemed back to his old self.
I checked on him every half hour and caught him bending right over licking his wounds I stopped him and distracted him with food. I then checked on him and to my devastation he was lying on his side and I saw little pink showing through stitches - he pulled glue out and wounds were open - I panicked so much was so scared - he was lying on his side not moving.
I phoned emergency vet - she said to come right now. Took him in mums car, he was all limp I held him close to me with clean towel wrapped around his wounds.
Vet looked and said all his intestines have come out through wounds he licked open - I held him in place while she prepared surgery table - hernia on left side needs to be stitched.
I held his head and front paws in my two hands and I kept kissing him and crying and telling him I'm so sorry - I shouldnt have got him neutered. I cried so hard his head was wet.
I looked into his eyes and i told him i love him and to please be strong I will never give up on him.
He wearily lifted his head and licked my nose then collapsed down. Through all the pain and shock he lifted his head and kissed me as if to reasure me he will be ok. I cried so hard. Then had to leave him to be operated on to fix him.
The next day the vet phoned me and told me he made a full recovery and is eating well and toileting well they have stitched him with proper stitches now not glue.
I asked if i can come and visit him, they said yes. He looked ok, I bought some his fave food with me. He ate some but not much. His hair all over was ruffled up which i know is a sign he not happy.
