For some time now, I had been working at my store, making sure eveyone had constant hay, veggies in the morning, vitamins in the water, cage changes every day, and the like. Fights never broke out, and our cages hold only females, and very very few of them. Infact, I'm even proud to report that all of our girls popcorn and that cavies sold do not go to "My kid wants to test out having a pet" homes but to "Now you do understand that they live for possibly long past 5 years, need grooming, constant hay, floor time, alot of space, love.. etcetcetc". Cavycages.com is mentioned in every sale I make, if not how to make a cage as well.
And you wonder why so many parents drag children from my store wishing they had gone to a naive salesgirl...
Atleast 5 months ago, a family came in with an elderly sow [ 5 years old ] who I never learned the name of, a short hair with the most gorgeous blonde markings I had ever seen. At this time, cavies were out of the question in my apartment, we were still handling our mice and terrarium amoung everything else [ meaning other pets ]. She was placed with younger females and I took her carrying crate while others that i worked with took the incredibly large hutches for her slew of rabbits.
Four months ago, I came upon a newborn tricolor shorthair birtched from our young albino abby. Safe to say I was pissed, but we soon leared that accidentally Domino [ who I now own ] had been put with her. How this resulted in a tricolor shorthair that looks nothing like either of them is beyond me, but he was the only male to touch our albino abby.
Clorox, as she is now named, did well with the pregnancy, or so it seemed. She ate every day, drank every day, and nursed her baby, who was drinking milk 24/7. If the baby had maybe stopped suckling more than average [ this little girl never left her mother's teat ], Clorox would not have lost so much weight. In the end, I had to seperate her and house her with only the unnamed female.
Clorox got worse. She chirped and called for her baby all day, stopped eating, and eventually stopped cleaning herself. Eventually it was down to me feeding her Nutrical and Nutrical covered food, bathing her constantly and wiping her down morning and closing. But in the end, I couldn't stand it, and my boss [ who cares just as much as I do.. which is why she allowed this on both occasions ] had me take her home.
The cage I quickly bought, and after that the unnamed, elderly female followed along with Domino. The bore was kept in a seperate cage, and my two girls were housed together. Through love and cuddling, Clorox's weight came back and she was popcorning again.
It was around then that I saw an add for a female abby that need a home asap. We went to the house and low and behold Science Project [ lovingly called Science ] became part of our home. Science's dominant mannerisms was perfect for our girls, who loved how she herded them into the igloos at night and snuggled with them during the day. Science also ALWAYS made sure Clorox ate, and if she began to forget to clean herself again [ which she sometimes does.. cleaning everything except her tummy after she happily popcorns into the litterbox and sits downright in a pile of fresh poo ] Science would give her a good shove, rumble, and begin cleaning the messy girl herself.
Last month our unnamed girl passed away from old age. She was popcorning slower, sleeping more, and cuddling far more often. She passed away in her sleep in the igloo, and it took us some time to get past Science and remove her. Clorox was once again heart broken, but Science has been working her through it with alot of love and less frequent scolding.
As we speak we're packing for our new home where a castle of a cage awaits them, split down the middle with a coroplast and cube wall to seperate what could evenually be boys plural from our girls. Domino waits for a cage mate, but until then he and my cat spend alot of time together. Floor time is abundant, veggies constant, hay everywhere.
More than anything I've missed hearing the noise of wheeking early in the morning when I woke for school. Dapples running around in her cage when I was much younger. Now I'm greeted by 3 voiced from 2 rooms, and it fills that hole I had inside.
- For the love of pigs!
I've only ever seen pigs crammed into dirty cages with no food at the various Petland Discounts I've been to. Glad to hear at least one employee cares.
As for the Nutrical, trust me, it's not something I wanted to do. However she wasn't about to get vetcare and it got her to eat, which was the reason for using it. There wasn't any other options left at that point though.
- Scrapbook Addict
I'm not sure if I'm interpreting this correctly. Are you saying that you didn't think your pig deserved to see a vet?However she wasn't about to get vetcare
Vitamins in the water are useless. Fresh veggies generally provide enough vitamin C, or the pig can be syringe fed liquid vitamin C or a crushed C tablet.
- For the love of pigs!
Susie, when he said "However she wasn't about to get vetcare" I think he was referring to when the pig was still in the store's care. Great, isn't it?
- Knee Deep
Glad to hear your trying to make a difference in your area, I guess it starts somewhere small and grows. Hopefully.
Welcome to the forums.