||One and a half years old|
||American Shorthaired Guinea Pig|
||San Diego, California, USA|
first fell in love with Finlay (formerly named Spunky) about eight
months ago. I'm a rep for a pet food company, so I'm in a local Petco
three to four times a month. The first time I saw him I was in the office
and he was in a cage having been dumped there by his owner the previous
night. The nice ladies that manage this particular Petco had made him a
sign and put him near the other small animals to be adopted. I wanted him,
but at the time already had six piggies of my own (now I have ten). He
found a home within a week. A few months later he was back, having been
given up again. This time it took about two weeks to get adopted. About a
month and a half ago I lost one of my precious pigs during a surgery and
was absolutely devastated. When I went to work the following Friday, there
he was again! This had been the third time he'd been given up that I knew
of, and you could tell his little spirit was nearly completely broken.
This time I adopted him. It was meant to be.
When I first brought him home and put him in his very own seven-square-foot
cage he was very quiet and shy, wouldn't eat and stayed in one small
corner (I guess he was used to tiny cages). It took a few days, but soon
he was running, popcorning, re-arranging his furniture and eating like...
well, a pig. I've tired to let him meet my two other males and my one spayed
female, but he definitely wants to be an only pig. Maybe that's why he
kept getting returned. That's fine with me, he can have his pen all to
himself. He is a vocal, sweet, loving pig that gives kisses and loves to
be held and brushed. I can't imagine why anyone would ever give him up.
Luckily for me they did!