This is Wig Wig, also called Wiggles and Wiggy. To me she is special because she came to me during a very difficult time. My dad was struggling to recover from a surgery where his lung had been punctured by his ribs. I was very depressed and stressed out by the situation so I decided to get a pet so I could focus on something else when I was at home and not with my dad.
I went to the pet store and asked for a female guinea pig and I was walking with one of the workers who went through the cage the guinea pigs shared with rabbits.She could only find one male to her surprise and she looked all over for more, then we looked in the hay holder and under all the hay we found Wiggy. Seems she enjoyed laying there well out of view from everyone. I brought her home with me the same day and got her settled into her new home.
Wiggy is very talk active, specially if I mention the word salad. Just hearing the loud "wee wee" noise from her makes me smile. She's adorable when she stands up on her back feet reaching up one paw in the air trying to grab it off me as soon as possible. What I most love is to pick her up in the morning when I've woken up, she lies with her head sticking out of the wooden house window. I remove the house and pick her up and as I stroke her over her back she responds immediately with a big yawn and stretches her legs out so far that she looks like a little sausage. Wiggy made me feel a lot better even when things didn't turn out well with my dad. So I am grateful I had and still have her with me, I don't think I could imagine being without her now.