3 1/2 years ago, I was pulling into a petsmart parking lot on a crisp December evening, to take my fpster dog to her weekly training class. The only open spot in the lot was blocked by a buggy, so I moved it, and then parked my car. I took the buggy with me into the store (it was closer than taking it to the cart corral), and started toward my class. That's when I noticed the box in the buggy. The box was moving. A Petsmart employee and I opened the box, only to discover a scared, and VERY cold, Aby guinea pig inside. Written on the inside of the lid was "Free Guinea Pig. His name is Phil". "Okay," I told him, picking him up and trying to warm him in my coat. "Your name is Phil".
I took him home with me, and we set him up in the only cage we had available at the time (a dog crate), with torn up newspaper for bedding. We did alot wrong over the next two years, but eventually we found this site. We got him a buddy. We built him a cage. We got him on a better food.
We were blessed with 3 years of his calm, cool "whatever dude!" demeanor, and he passed away in his sleep in September of '08. We don't know how old he was when we found him (already very much an adult-- by his toenails and teeth, etc, the vet was guessing at least 3). We miss him.
