It all started with Gordy...
- Jaycey
- Supporter in 2014
During the warmer weather I liked to give the guinea pigs a bath as the white ones especially liked to get filthy.
Arnold J. Rimmer wrapped up warm and snug. You can see the start of his cataract in this photo
Toki Wartooth is definitely not a fan of baths:
Anselmo is patient for so long, then he starts to try to escape.
During this time I was having discussions with my boyfriend. We had a long distance relationship and as I was the only one who drove I was the one that went to see him.
Which meant I had to leave the piggies at least once a month for a weekend. My Mother was happy to take on the task and she did the very best she could. Unfortunately she suffers with osteoarthtis and so looking after piggies is a difficult task for her. I could guarantee what they'd be fed and watered in my absence. But, cleaning out was a strain on her.
We needed to think of some other way. My boyfriend wanted me to move and live with him. It made sense as he had a house already (rented, but still his own place) and I had better qualifications so I should be easier for me to find a job.
But, there were things holding me back. This included the family dog. Although she was a family dog I was the main walker. I took her out every morning before work, and again at night.
She was getting old now, she was 14 and taking her for a walk didn't really take long. We would slowly walk to the local field and back. Her days of chasing her tennis ball were over.
I just couldn't leave her behind.
Arnold J. Rimmer wrapped up warm and snug. You can see the start of his cataract in this photo
Toki Wartooth is definitely not a fan of baths:
Anselmo is patient for so long, then he starts to try to escape.
During this time I was having discussions with my boyfriend. We had a long distance relationship and as I was the only one who drove I was the one that went to see him.
Which meant I had to leave the piggies at least once a month for a weekend. My Mother was happy to take on the task and she did the very best she could. Unfortunately she suffers with osteoarthtis and so looking after piggies is a difficult task for her. I could guarantee what they'd be fed and watered in my absence. But, cleaning out was a strain on her.
We needed to think of some other way. My boyfriend wanted me to move and live with him. It made sense as he had a house already (rented, but still his own place) and I had better qualifications so I should be easier for me to find a job.
But, there were things holding me back. This included the family dog. Although she was a family dog I was the main walker. I took her out every morning before work, and again at night.
She was getting old now, she was 14 and taking her for a walk didn't really take long. We would slowly walk to the local field and back. Her days of chasing her tennis ball were over.
I just couldn't leave her behind.
- Jaycey
- Supporter in 2014
Well, the decision was helped along, but not in a good way.
On the 27th September 2011 I came home and wasn't greeted by Jessie, our dog, for the first time since I could remember.
I asked my Mum where she was and she was under the kitchen table, head down and only slowly wagging her tail.
The poor old girl had taken a tumble outside earlier in the day and had been laying under the table for most of the afternoon. No matter how much I tried to coax her out she wouldn't move. It wasn't a good sign.
My Mum isn't very good as handling vet issues, but I knew she had to go, so I carried her out to the car and we took her to the vet.
Unfortunately it wasn't good news. At the other end she still couldn't move so I had to carry her straight through to the vet's office. We could tell we weren't going to get the outcome we wanted.
The poor girl was dying, so we had to help her along the way. I still remember the look in her eyes but I think she knew it was time and we loved her.
Two of my favourite photo's of her, doing what she loved best, getting muddy and chasing her ball.
So, I no longer had ties to home and we decided that me moving away was now an option. I had to save a bit of money first and look for a job so my parents had to put up with me for a little longer.
On the 27th September 2011 I came home and wasn't greeted by Jessie, our dog, for the first time since I could remember.
I asked my Mum where she was and she was under the kitchen table, head down and only slowly wagging her tail.
The poor old girl had taken a tumble outside earlier in the day and had been laying under the table for most of the afternoon. No matter how much I tried to coax her out she wouldn't move. It wasn't a good sign.
My Mum isn't very good as handling vet issues, but I knew she had to go, so I carried her out to the car and we took her to the vet.
Unfortunately it wasn't good news. At the other end she still couldn't move so I had to carry her straight through to the vet's office. We could tell we weren't going to get the outcome we wanted.
The poor girl was dying, so we had to help her along the way. I still remember the look in her eyes but I think she knew it was time and we loved her.
Two of my favourite photo's of her, doing what she loved best, getting muddy and chasing her ball.
So, I no longer had ties to home and we decided that me moving away was now an option. I had to save a bit of money first and look for a job so my parents had to put up with me for a little longer.
- Jaycey
- Supporter in 2014
She was when she was younger Lynx.
When she got older and started to go a bit blind she didn't like other dogs and people when we were out on walks, so I had to keep her on a leash when others were around.
But, she was still friendly to people who came to visit the house
When she got older and started to go a bit blind she didn't like other dogs and people when we were out on walks, so I had to keep her on a leash when others were around.
But, she was still friendly to people who came to visit the house
- Jaycey
- Supporter in 2014
We decided that it probably made sense to move after the winter, as I would be temporarily living with my boyfriend and his housemate in their rented house, and they didn't have central heating. So I didn't want the piggies to be in a cold house at winter.
That meant we'd have one last Christmas in Middlesbrough and wanted to make the best of it.
That year I decided to send out email Christmas cards instead of regular cards, so we had a bit of a photoshoot. Thankfully the piggies were quite photogenic, so despite them being naughty boys I got a few nice photos:
Toki with his crazy hair and dirty chin:
Arnold looking like a youngster again
And the group shot I used:
That meant we'd have one last Christmas in Middlesbrough and wanted to make the best of it.
That year I decided to send out email Christmas cards instead of regular cards, so we had a bit of a photoshoot. Thankfully the piggies were quite photogenic, so despite them being naughty boys I got a few nice photos:
Toki with his crazy hair and dirty chin:
Arnold looking like a youngster again
And the group shot I used: