I feel like my whole day is ruined. So we had plans to meet at Kings a 4 o'clock this afternoon. After I posted this I made my way over there and while I was about half way, she called me and said she would be in the very last parking spot in the corner of the lot. I, of course being as excited as I was, said "AWESOME! See you in 10 minutes!!" and hung up my phone [because I know. . . it's dangerous to drive and talk on your phone.]
I arrive to at the restraunt parking lot a little over 10 minutes later [it was actually 11. I'm weird and look at the clock a lot.] and I go to the corner of the lot I suspected she was talking about. I couldn't do into the very corner spot because there was a bardboard box in the middle of it, but I parked 2 spots over. She said she would be in a red pickup so I knew what I was looking for. I sat in that spot and waited.
And waited.
And waited. . .:?:
After 15 minutes [which felt like much longer than that by the way] I texted her. And waited.
5 minutes later I just decided to get out of my car because the sun was finally shining and it's felt like so long since I have had it touch my skin. I casually walk around, kicking rocks and checking my phone every ten seconds. I walk the 2 parking spots over to me and go to kick the cardboard box sitting there and saw something
move! I'm guessing you know where this is going now. . . She had left the guinea pig in a small cardboard box/ shoe box looking thing and has cut off all contact with me. I don't know anything about her but a voice and name.
This is the guinea pig she "lovingly" called Princess Spike.
And to top the whole ruined first-time-adopting feeling, Princess Spike is just this pigs drag queen name. And "she" is a he. With large testicles.
I immediately took him to my vet in a panic and he was given a clean bill of health. Yay? :sorry:
Yeah, this is my first time ever going out of my way to adopt a needy guinea pig and his family and this is what happens. I don't want it to scare me into not ever doing this again but the whole experience has already caused much anxiety and completely ruined any future plans I had for my potential herds.
[I currently have 2 boys, Bocefus and Waylon, who were to be neutered in the next 2 weeks and this "girl" was going to be one of their first girlfriends. I don't have the means or the boyfried-support to start a possible third cage but HATE the idea of going to save this pig and just giving him to my friend who runs a rescue. It's been 20 minutes now since we've been home and I feel terrible and do not know what to do. What should I do? How should I handle this? I know I'm being irrational but my brain is going a mile a minute and I can feel my blood pulsing through my body to my hearts fast beating.]
--He is currently in a store bought My First Home guinea pig cage that I bought when I first got Bocefus. It's set up in the living room, on a completely different floor than my other pigs as to quarantine. He's going to have to stay there until I either figure out what's happening with him or upgrade my current cage. This is one of those times when a lot of different swear words pop into my head. . .