If your parents didn't care about your pigs before, I wouldn't bother trying to get anymore til you move out or have your own job where you can pay for the right things they need. It is not worth risking a new set of pigs. There will always be pigs out there for you in the future. It is hard and it is okay to miss them and normal to worry, but you have to consider the welfare of any future pigs while you live with your parents. You don't want the same thing to happen again. Maybe try something else, like seeing if your parents will allow you to volunteer at an animal shelter or rescue somewhere if you want animal interaction.
There are very few animal shelters where I live... And as I said in my earlier post, I’m a 9th grader so now I must focus on my studies to pass the highschool exam.
When I first got my pigs, I was 12 and didn’t have much access to Internet ,also I got my first pig from a pet store and listened to their advice so I was feeding them the wrong diet, keeping them in a cage that was way too small and used the wrong bedding. That may have made my parents think that was the right way to take care of them. When I was 13 I realized I was doing everything wrong and tried to explain to them but they didn’t believe me. And that’s where it all happened. I tried to improve their life little by little but... you know .Maybe showing them the information on this forum will change their mind.
Now... I can’t say that my parents don’t care about my pigs. One day before rehoming, Dad said he would buy them a bag of pellets every month (not enough for them and I still have to pay for the rest). Now, my mom keeps asking me “Your guinea pigs really miss you. Don’t you miss them?”.I’m confused...
I think I should make it clear with them. I’m a minor, so if I get gps, my parents are supposed to be the ones who pay, not me. They still believe gps don’t need hay and they’ll be just fine with tiny wire bottomed cages.I’m looking for information to show them.
I didn’t say I want a new set of pigs, I want my old ones back... I’m afraid that when I turn 18, they are no longer alive...