skittyginny
Well-known Member
Cavy Slave
- Joined
- May 29, 2012
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- 112
- Joined
- May 29, 2012
- Messages
- 112
Yeah, so my pig got adopted. I tried to adopt him, but I'm a few months under eighteen, so I couldn't. My parents are on vacation so they couldn't adopt him for their "child". I called my mother and asked if I could have my 23 year old friend adopt him for me, she told me to, "wait". I told her he'd be gone by then and she told me he'd still be there. HSMO wouldn't hold him for me, I thought they'd make an exception for me because I volunteer there, educating children on small animal care.
A little part of me wanted to grab him and run.. He needed his nails trimmed, his grease glad cleaned, he didn't have enough hay, he never got veggies, I wanted to get him out of there. But clearly, as a seventeen year old, I was a child who was having an impulsive, "I want a fluffy!" moment. Did you know all children are irrational until their eighteenth birthday when they magically grow-up?
I live in the adult world but I do not have the same rights. I am expected to be an adult but I am not treated like one. I've not done anything wrong and yet I am untrustworthy.
I feel like the person who adopted him stole from me, as silly as that sounds. All humans are irrational when they experience great loss. He had a stupid name that his original owner who dumped him because he was "boring" came up with, so I renamed him Sir Lancelot, he was a white knight. :tearsofjo
Goodbye Lancy.
I should be happy he got adopted, but I feel from the bottom of my heart that I could give him the best life. I was going to adopt him tomorrow..
A little part of me wanted to grab him and run.. He needed his nails trimmed, his grease glad cleaned, he didn't have enough hay, he never got veggies, I wanted to get him out of there. But clearly, as a seventeen year old, I was a child who was having an impulsive, "I want a fluffy!" moment. Did you know all children are irrational until their eighteenth birthday when they magically grow-up?
I live in the adult world but I do not have the same rights. I am expected to be an adult but I am not treated like one. I've not done anything wrong and yet I am untrustworthy.
I feel like the person who adopted him stole from me, as silly as that sounds. All humans are irrational when they experience great loss. He had a stupid name that his original owner who dumped him because he was "boring" came up with, so I renamed him Sir Lancelot, he was a white knight. :tearsofjo
Goodbye Lancy.
I should be happy he got adopted, but I feel from the bottom of my heart that I could give him the best life. I was going to adopt him tomorrow..