- Remembering Nemo
My name is Spin and I am a very special piggie, or at least, that is what my mom keeps telling me :)
I have been trying to convince mom to start my own chronicle but she says it has to be our chronicle, as in everybody at the house getting to tell his / her story. So I'm thinking, fine, whatever, just get on it lady :) Just kidding, I love mom!
So, here it goes:
In April 2004, right after my mom moved to a new apartment in Jackson Heights, Queens, she was walking around the new neighborhood, trying to take in the new stores, people, and smells! A lot of restaurants, different cuisines and a lot of people living in that neighborhood from what I've been told. And walking by she saw a pet store. So, in she went and started looking around. Next to the register, there was a large cage filled with baby guinea pigs, all very small and almost all sleeping. Well, all were sleeping, except me :)
I saw her looking at the piggies and smiling as if she was remembering something pleasant. She later told me that she had guinea pigs all her life growing up in Romania and that she absolutely loved them all :) But anyways, the lady turned around to leave and then I decided that I wanted somebody like her to smile at me.
So, really fast, I started running circles around the wooden hut and spinning and popcorning all over the sleepy heads in the cage. Let me tell you, they all got annoyed with me but I did not care: the lady looked back and started laughing. Next thing I know, the guy at the store came to pick me up. Well, I knew that guy from before and got scared of him and ran to hide in the wooden house. I heard the lady say she'll get me out of the cage and the guy say something about guinea pigs biting and stuff ... Well, some people deserve it!
She lifted the wooden house and let me sniff her fingers :) And then, she just picked me up, just like that! I did not even get scared :)
I was the size of her thumb :) But very brave, you know!
She asked the people at the store about any aproximate date of birth, and one lady that worked there remembered that the baby pigs were born on April 15th, her son's birthday. And that is how I know my birthday.
When I got to mom's home, well ... her roommates, not very happy about pets :(
But mom said she did not care and off we went to her room. She told me my name will be Spin because my spinning in circles in the cage won her heart :)
And that is how I ended up with my mom; my large piggie family is a different story :) A lot of piggies came, some of which I like, others that I hate and one that I adored :)
But that is all to come ...
* picture of baby Spin - May 2004 - about 5 weeks old *
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And mom worked long hours soo I pouted a little so mom could see I was sad. Well, it worked: she went back to the store and brought back the last of the babies in that cage.
Meet Nutmeg, he was my friend for a short time, until an "experienced" vet sort of killed him:
He was such a neat piggie, always playing with me, never arguing that I was the boss. He got a throat absccess one day and after surgery the vet kept telling mom that Baytril is the best antibiotic and it does not cause lack of appetite and to keep on giving it. Then the vet told mom to drop Nutmeg off at their office and let them treat him. A few days into the "treatment", when mom went to visit him he was wasted away to nothing and would just lay there. Mom asked that he be PTS.
I got so depressed, I kept looking around the cage for Nutmeg, but he never came back home again :(
Here is a picture of me with my buddy:
RIP my friend, I will forever miss you!
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I would just sleep all day ... Mom got worried. She went to the pet store to get me toys (back then she knew nothing about how "evil" pet stores were): and she came back with the most awesome of toys - she came back with a piggie. She really did not intended to get another piggie at that time as she was not working and she kept stressing about how was she going to pay for our care. What got to her was that there were about 7 piggies crammed into a small glass tank, with no clean water and a bowl of pellets only. The piggies in the tank could not even move around, they had to push each other out of the way to get to the pellets.
So, mom looked at them, and saw that one was pushed into a corner, and each time the other piggies would push around to get to the pellets the piggie in the corner would just shake continually. He never made a move for the pellets: it looked like he was petrified :( So, mom brought him home!
The new piggie had no name for about a month. That piggie ate everything in sight. That would include the hair on his belly :) He was treated for mites several times but he is just a barberer (he still does it to this day). After about a month, mom named the new piggie Mushroom, aka Mushy. She gave him that name because in the month that he had been with us, he grew from a skeleton with fur into a plump piggie :) It kind of reminded mom of the way mushrooms grow very fast after a good rain (that was when mom was a kid and often went to pick mushrooms).
This is a picture of my buddy Mushroom.
Because he is a food hog, over time we got into arguments, but all in all, he is a great buddy :) He just wants to be left alone to sleep and eat :)
The second picture is just so you can see his pretty coloring :)
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She gained a little weight, but could stand some more. Her poops were soft so she's on propulsid. They're pretty normal now, but we'll try to wean her off the medicine in a couple of weeks.
Thanks for asking. What you told me about your dear little Nutmeg and baytril may have saved Celia. Thank you.
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Well, if you guys remember, I have mentioned that mom's roommates were not very nice to us piggies, nor were they nice in general ...
So, we moved to Brooklyn. We moved into a very tiny studio and things were a little crammed; I mean, mom has a gazillion books, and a lot of stuff and that studio was plain and simple small.
Mushy and I were living in a big petstore cage but that reminds me of a shoebox compared to my cage now (2X5 CC with a 2X1 kitchen and a 4X1 loft).
So, we spent Christmas of 2004 and welcomed 2005 in that tiny studio. The first week of January 2005, the landlord asked mom if she wanted a larger studio in the same building :) So, we moved from the second floor to the first floor :) But man, in the new studio, there was room to have floor time. I would run wild for hours while Mushy would just pancake on a pillow.
January 15, 2005
Mom's new job required her to work very long hours and on that day she realized she had run out of pellets for us (we were on that crapy Vitacraft stuff back then). It was snowing like you could not believe it and mom had to go to the pet store.
When she got to the pet store, a gentleman was just dropping off 2 guinea pigs because they had an "accidental" pregnancy. So, he dropped off the father and the baby boy. Mom saw that the father's nails were so overgrown, that they were actually curled and growing into his paws :(( She decided that that is not fair for the piggie and asked if she could have him. The only store clerk that had made it to work that day (because of the snow storm) said that it was ok, since the pigie looked in "bad shape". Mom took the piggie and as soon as she lifted him, the baby boy started to wheek his head off for his father. Naturally, mom asked if she could have him too. Well, the answer was that babies are easy to sell and that mom would have to pay for him. And mom did ... She came home with the piggies in a little box tucked under her winter coat.
These are Shrimpie and Blackie:
They settled in right away; in their first hour in the house, they ate their carrot and napped on mom's bed. Mom cut Blackie's nails and fell in love with him instantly.
Blackie was a very chatty pig. He would mumble even when he ate: I mean come on already! Just eat :) I'm just joking, I loved Blackie dearly.
Shrimpie, on the other hand, was a little bugger. He took a dislike to me from the first day he met me and to this day he chatters when he sees me. I'll post a picture of my frenemy, but it is just because I'm trying to be fair:
So, this is how we got to be 4 in the house :) That was a long time ago, and a lot has changed since :)