SweetiePig
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Cavy Slave
- Joined
- Jul 11, 2011
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- Joined
- Jul 11, 2011
- Messages
- 595
So, I have always felt bad about this. It's been about 6 years and I constantly think about it. Even more now than ever, I feel horrible... :guilty: I didnt mean for it to happen, but I know I was probably the cause. Im not really sure how to go about the way I feel. Is it my fault? Could I of helped what happened?
It all began when I started volunteering at a family owned pet store when I was 13. I LOVED that pet store. The owner took pride in his animals and yes, he sold animals but he didnt order them from mills or breeders, he bred them himself and only bred what he could sell. His animals all lived happily in huge cages with plenty to do. He had everything from 20ft long snakes to talking parrots to sugar glider to guinea pigs, he had everything! I always loved coming in to volunteer, I was the person who fed the animals and cleaned out there cages, those were the jobs no one wanted to do but I loved it! It gave me a chance to interact with the animals and play with them. The guinea pigs were my favorite. I'd come in sometimes just to see them!
One of the days I was in the store helping out, I was in the middle of cleaning the guinea pigs cage. I had to take each pig out and put into a spare cage while I cleaned it out. One of the pigs started chattering at me when I picked it up, so I hurried and put him back down, before I could even pull my hand away, he turned around and took a whopping chunk of skin out of my hand! The gash was huge and was gushing blood, and when I say gushing, I am not exaggerating either! It was pouring into the cage and onto the floor, I hurried to the back of the store so I wouldnt be around customers, I was in tears. The blood wouldnt stop. The store owner called my parents to come get me to take me to the hospital, yes, it was that bad of a bite.
At the hospital, they had to clean it out with this horrible stuff that stung, the had to pack it and stitch it.
Sadly the bite went so deep that it ripped threw some of my nerves and I have nerve damage in my hand to this day, I can not feel my wrist or top part of my hand. Its numb.
When I went back to the pet store, I seen that the piggy who had bitten me was gone. I asked where he was, which I wish I wouldnt have done, because they had told me they fed him to the snake because he had bitten me.
I was in tears! I knew it wasnt the guinea pigs fault because he had always been so sweet! What had happened to make him bite me so bad? Did I pick him up wrong? Was he just in a bad mood? I dont know! And to this day, I feel as though it is my fault that poor piggy had to die.
That pig lost his life and all I got is a scar and a few nerve problems. It wasnt worth him dying over :weepy:
It all began when I started volunteering at a family owned pet store when I was 13. I LOVED that pet store. The owner took pride in his animals and yes, he sold animals but he didnt order them from mills or breeders, he bred them himself and only bred what he could sell. His animals all lived happily in huge cages with plenty to do. He had everything from 20ft long snakes to talking parrots to sugar glider to guinea pigs, he had everything! I always loved coming in to volunteer, I was the person who fed the animals and cleaned out there cages, those were the jobs no one wanted to do but I loved it! It gave me a chance to interact with the animals and play with them. The guinea pigs were my favorite. I'd come in sometimes just to see them!
One of the days I was in the store helping out, I was in the middle of cleaning the guinea pigs cage. I had to take each pig out and put into a spare cage while I cleaned it out. One of the pigs started chattering at me when I picked it up, so I hurried and put him back down, before I could even pull my hand away, he turned around and took a whopping chunk of skin out of my hand! The gash was huge and was gushing blood, and when I say gushing, I am not exaggerating either! It was pouring into the cage and onto the floor, I hurried to the back of the store so I wouldnt be around customers, I was in tears. The blood wouldnt stop. The store owner called my parents to come get me to take me to the hospital, yes, it was that bad of a bite.
At the hospital, they had to clean it out with this horrible stuff that stung, the had to pack it and stitch it.
Sadly the bite went so deep that it ripped threw some of my nerves and I have nerve damage in my hand to this day, I can not feel my wrist or top part of my hand. Its numb.
When I went back to the pet store, I seen that the piggy who had bitten me was gone. I asked where he was, which I wish I wouldnt have done, because they had told me they fed him to the snake because he had bitten me.
I was in tears! I knew it wasnt the guinea pigs fault because he had always been so sweet! What had happened to make him bite me so bad? Did I pick him up wrong? Was he just in a bad mood? I dont know! And to this day, I feel as though it is my fault that poor piggy had to die.
That pig lost his life and all I got is a scar and a few nerve problems. It wasnt worth him dying over :weepy: