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I got my first guinea pigs from a rescue in the summer of 2016 (after spending 6 months researching guinea pig care). I named them Opal and Chainsaw. Opal was mostly white, with tan and a black head, while Chainsaw is a beautiful dark brown (I think called ‘golden agouti?’). They had both been at the rescue for a while, Opal was “around 4” and Chainsaw was “likely not much younger.” They shared a cage with several other rescue pigs. Chainsaw had already been adopted and returned twice at the time I adopted her. The woman who ran the rescue said no reasons had been given for the returns, and both were in good health. Opal was described as “quiet, but sweet” and Chainsaw as “liking to scream,” to which my response was “same, I love her already.”
They did well together in their new home, clearly not a bonded pair but not aggressive towards each other. Opal was clearly the head honcho of the two. She was a very clever pig, thwarting my attempts to get her to eat a vitamin c tablet every time. When I ground one up into dust and sprinkled it on wet lettuce, she waited for it to dry and brushed the dust off. Such determination not to eat it!
Pic Set 1: Opal, Opal stealing lettuce from Chainsaw, Chainsaw showing off her gaming skills
Unfortunately, only a few months after I adopted them, Opal passed away of a severe respiratory infection. Chainsaw was definitely not fond of being a single pig, and despite my efforts to keep her company Chainsaw was still lonely. She started chewing on the bars, I believe out of stress. I watched every shelter or rescue in the area for a suitable cage mate, but there wasn’t a single guinea pig available for adoption for several weeks. I eventually came across a breeder who had 2 month old female guinea pigs, and I ended up coming home with one (After a long conversation where the breeder and I subtly interrogated each other to see if the other knew how to properly care for a guinea pig!).
The new baby was named Trinket, and after some quarantine and a vet visit, introductions began. Though they weren’t bosom friends immediately, Chainsaw and Trinket were soon inseparable. I could barely take one into another room for a minute before they’d start calling for each other! Due to Trinket being a baby, Chainsaw became the new Boss of the pig pen.
Pic Set 2: Baby Trinket, Trinket and Chainsaw loving each other, Trinket all grown up and 80% fluff
And then a week later I noticed a scratch on Chainsaw’s remaining eye.
Back to the vet, and with this eye the vet saw that the cataract, causing Chainsaw’s blindness, seemed to have detached from the lens of her eye. It was assumed that this cataract, floating around in the eye, was causing pain and leading Chainsaw to scratch at her eyes. It was again determined that the eye would eventually have to be removed, though it hadn’t reached the same bulging, drying out state as the other. Since the first surgery was so successful and she was recovering well, Chainsaw had her other eye removed the next day. She has since adapted to life with no eyes, especially since she was blind beforehand. My brother nicknamed her a ‘double pirate,’ and said I should get her some eyepatches.
Pic Set 3: One eye gone, two eyes gone, and fully healed
Life continued for Trinket and Chainsaw. Their dynamic changed some, as Trinket was now a proper adult and Chainsaw was older and, well, blind. Shortly after Chainsaw’s surgeries Trinket decided she was now Boss, and Chainsaw just went along with it.
November of 2017, I adopted a new pig to add to the group, Penny. She came from the animal shelter in my parent’s hometown, estimated to be between 1 and 2 years old (so about Trinket’s age). According to the shelter, she had been kept in a rubbermaid tub her whole life, and the last few weeks before being brought to the shelter had been with a male pig, neither of them neutered. By some miracle, she wasn’t pregnant. She was, however, deeply malnourished and vitamin C deficient. I managed to track down her vet records for my own files, and she was at one point only 240 grams! As she currently hovers around 800, that’s hard for me to imagine! Penny was very small when I first adopted her, and she’s already gotten much bigger. She’s still smaller than Trinket and Chainsaw, but she’s definitely much healthier and happier. I spoke to her foster family from part of her time at the vet (since she needed hand feeding every few hours for a while, it was determined fostering her with a volunteer would be best), and they commented on how much bigger she was too.
Penny and Trinket get along like house on fire (that is to say, very well). Chainsaw and Penny have had a bit of trouble determining where they stand with each other, as Chainsaw has the more dominant personality but is also blind, leaving them a bit confused, I think. They seem to have worked it at this time, though I couldn’t say what they decided. Penny is easily the most affectionate of the three, loving lap time and putting up with long snuggles much more readily than Trinket, who would rather explore than sit in your lap for more than 5 minutes.
Pic Set 4: Penny feeling the Monday, Penny enjoying the pile of warm blankets, and Penny on Christmas
To close, a family photo:
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