Yesterday evening after walking home from work, I heard a low squeaking noise. Naturally, I thought "Oh, it's just a mouse" so I started to walk away. Then I got this feeling in my gut to take a look around just in case. Here, I stumbled upon a guinea pig hiding behind a trashcan.. I immediately picked him up and ran home. Once I got to my house, I quickly set up a cage, give him food and water (which he drank A LOT of,) and called the vet. Unfortunately, they weren't in. I left a message, hoping they would call back soon. I looked over the guinea pig, he seemed fine: his fur wasn't matted, no visible cuts or scratches. I still didn't want to take a chance thinking he's fine. So I called another vet who's office is open on Sundays. She told me to bring him in right away.
Thankfully, everything with him is OK. She just said he wasn't a little dehydrated, so she shot water into him which will help the dehydration. She checked him out, found out he is a boy and is only a couple months old! She isn't sure exactly how many months, but she thinks less than 6.
We decided to keep him. He is such a sweet little fella. Very fast, might I add! Here is a picture of him after the vet visit:
Oh... and his name is Lucky. I figured that would suit him well.
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