Hash's story begins with me being abused by my mom. Children's Aid took me from my mom who lived in Canada and made me live with my dad who lived all the way in Oklahoma. This was a time for me to recover from my dysfunctional childhood. When I got Hash, and she was my "new start". I was so happy! (:
I still remember getting her at Petsmart. There had been two Guinea Pig tanks-one on top of the other. One was fiilled with some cutey witttle crittters and I was eyeing a fluffy grey piggy, when a little girl saw me looking at him, and just to be mean, she had her mom buy him before I had the chance. I was angry, but all that went away when I saw Hash all alone in the bottom tank. The employee put per in my arms, and I was in love. She was so warm and cudley, and her face aways had this confused stupid (but stupid in a cute way) look.
She became my best friend. We went through everything together. From running from tornadoes, to travelling alll the way back to Canada. She was there for all of it. When my dad moved back to Canada, I got a basement bedroom, and little Hash was my room mate. But about a year and half or so after moving her health started declining. I didn't know what was wrong with her. I did my best to take care of her, but she was my first guinea pig, and I was oblivious, and unaware of a lot of things. We brought her to the vet in late September. It turns out she had really really bad ear mites, and she was plagged by what the vet decided was either a fungus, or a parasite. He gave me medicine to treat her, and told me that if it was the parasite, treatment couldn't be held off, and if it was the fungus the parasite treatment would only make the fungus worse. They took a sample of my baby's fur, and told me it would take 2 weeks to figure out which of the two it was, and that I had to treat for the parasite while we wait even though it could kill her. I blame myself for her death. She died in my arms in October, and it just made me wish I'd spent more time with her, or done more things with her, or made myself more aware of piggy diseases and what not. She was only two years old. I blame myself for her dying, and I miss her like crazy.
My dad said I'm allowed to get another guineapiggy at the end of the summer, and I'm determined to do right by Hash, and treat this one like a king or queen!
Here's some pictures I have of Hash. (:
I love looking at them even though it makes me sad.
Here's my baby with her gifts, at her first Christmas.
Hash getting a bath (:
Hash and me in the pool. Although I didn't let her in the pool very much, on account of I was afriad the chlorine would hurt her.
The first day of summer 2009, with my little baby.
My piggy in the dandelions.
Me kissing my baby, after we moved back to Canada.
rip Hash<3
I still remember getting her at Petsmart. There had been two Guinea Pig tanks-one on top of the other. One was fiilled with some cutey witttle crittters and I was eyeing a fluffy grey piggy, when a little girl saw me looking at him, and just to be mean, she had her mom buy him before I had the chance. I was angry, but all that went away when I saw Hash all alone in the bottom tank. The employee put per in my arms, and I was in love. She was so warm and cudley, and her face aways had this confused stupid (but stupid in a cute way) look.
She became my best friend. We went through everything together. From running from tornadoes, to travelling alll the way back to Canada. She was there for all of it. When my dad moved back to Canada, I got a basement bedroom, and little Hash was my room mate. But about a year and half or so after moving her health started declining. I didn't know what was wrong with her. I did my best to take care of her, but she was my first guinea pig, and I was oblivious, and unaware of a lot of things. We brought her to the vet in late September. It turns out she had really really bad ear mites, and she was plagged by what the vet decided was either a fungus, or a parasite. He gave me medicine to treat her, and told me that if it was the parasite, treatment couldn't be held off, and if it was the fungus the parasite treatment would only make the fungus worse. They took a sample of my baby's fur, and told me it would take 2 weeks to figure out which of the two it was, and that I had to treat for the parasite while we wait even though it could kill her. I blame myself for her death. She died in my arms in October, and it just made me wish I'd spent more time with her, or done more things with her, or made myself more aware of piggy diseases and what not. She was only two years old. I blame myself for her dying, and I miss her like crazy.
My dad said I'm allowed to get another guineapiggy at the end of the summer, and I'm determined to do right by Hash, and treat this one like a king or queen!
Here's some pictures I have of Hash. (:
I love looking at them even though it makes me sad.
Here's my baby with her gifts, at her first Christmas.
Hash getting a bath (:
Hash and me in the pool. Although I didn't let her in the pool very much, on account of I was afriad the chlorine would hurt her.
The first day of summer 2009, with my little baby.
My piggy in the dandelions.
Me kissing my baby, after we moved back to Canada.
rip Hash<3
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