I had just gotten back from the Bahamas and went to pick up my 11.5 month old baby Jag. we were going to move down to richmond, for me to go to school. we were both excited. when i went to pick him up he was squeakin and jumpin all over, he was so excited to see and hear me. (i like to think anyway). so we embarked on our 2 hour car ride. he rode in the front and i fed him carrots and gave him cool water and some celery. the whole ride he played hide and seek with me, in and out of his little "pigloo." on the way i told him how when we got to richmond i was gonna build him a new big cage and that e was going to get a new baby brother. i have learned on this site how they hate being alone so i, over seas found him a buddy. well, we got to richmond and it was hot. my friend brought down my new apartment key. i told him hey look at my baby boy, jag who was facingthe other way. but jag didnt move, i called his name and he reluctantly turns his head to look at me. it was adorable. and then we left to our new home. i took a picture of him but he still didnt move which was odd... seeing as he was jumping around all over. i tapped the cage and nothing he just looked up. i was 8 blocks from my house at a stop light and i take him out and he was limp. he made faint squeaky noises and couldnt hold his head up. i called my mom who was driving behind me and i was hysterical. i didnt know what was wrong. when we pulled up to the parking lot i held him crying. we thougt maybe he was to hot so we put him in an ac cold car and tried giving him water but he couldnt open his mouth or swallow. i held him crying and then took him inside and layed with him. i gave him a sponge bath but tat didnt help either. i didnt know what to do. i felt so bad bc i thought i killed him and it was all my fault. but i didnt know, the heat, the celery... maybe the sitter fed him somehting that made him sick now and with the heat it made it worse. well, we had to unload and but groceries so we put him on a pillow and wrapped him in a baby blanket near a fan and left. i slept with him thru the night but, once his squealing stopped... i knew... jaggy was gone.
now i was in a new city, family over seas, and my handome boy in heaven with all the other gp's. later i called his new little brothers owner and asked her if instead of one, i could take two from the litter, jags brother, and his litter mate. they are cute and i will love them to death, but boy do i miss my jag. he was my first little cavy.
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08-11-07, 05:01 pm
new home, new brother... no jagster :( 
