I was talking to someone recently who told me they brought their Kid (when he was young) a pig and it just sat downstairs in a cage it’s whole life and eventually got sick and passed, when I asked why they didn’t bother to take it to the vet they said it wasn’t necessary and it was just a starter pet their kid was bored with anyway.
Clearly this annoys me.
So here’s a PSA (excuse me if it’s written badly, I’ve never been good with this kind of stuff):
But as Cute and adorable as guinea pigs are, like any animal they need to go to a vet when they are sick (or in my case when they need their nail trims as well) it is NECESSARY. I kept almost all the records of my guinea pig in her entire almost 7 year life.
for example -almost- every vet file I kept (minus some nail trim ones):
there are over 13 pieces of paper in that pile ranges from just check ups to creams for cuts and scratches to cancer surgery to her final visit where she passed.
I kept these so when people say about how easy and cheap they are I can say they aren’t. unexpected stuff will come up, it will be pricey, but they are always worth it. This doesn’t even cover all the bedding (if you use it) and hay/treats/food.
Mocha has my first real pet and the love of my life, I did go in not knowing anything or the real expense but I was in it for the long run, I loved her and come what may, I promised myself I’d never leave her. When she got cancer at 4 we did everything in our power to help her through it (including a gofundme as the price was more then we could afford at the time) even when we almost ended up moving and I was told I might have to give her up, I said I would find a way to bring her. she was going to be with me. My only wish was if she goes out, she goes out on her terms (which she did. she just couldn’t go on. but they were her terms)
We did a lot together, she helped me during the worst depressions and sicknesses while I helped her through her sickeness. we did great things together including being put in a calendar (I have the calender somewhere but can’t find it - we only had a small photo on the back but the only guinea pig in it! that wasn’t a stock image)
All of this was thanks to this little form I signed late one night before the store closed.
So like any pet, get them when you know your ready and you’ll take care of them not a “just for now” thing. if something happens when you can no longer take them (I won’t judge, stuff happens and sometimes giving them up is the best option) give them to a rescue, a no kill shelter, find a friend - something. do not just ditch them or leave them to die.
unexpected expense will arise so do what you can ask for a payment plan, borrow some, start a gofundme (pro tip: if your doing this - provide proof of expenses or something. don’t play with people or scam them)
Basically just love your animal. You are everything to them. they rely on you. Love them always. They will love you unconditionally and be one of the best things in your life, Mocha was for me. I’ll miss her always but if I can convince at least one person to rethink having a “temp pet” or a “till my kid gets bored with it pet” it’s worth it. I know a lot of people make post like this but it’s worth a shot. Sometimes i wonder what would have happened to Mocha if I didn’t adopt her, specially during her cancer issue and that thought kills me inside.
“Poirot said placidly, “One does not, you know, employ merely the muscles. I do not need to bend and measure the footprints and pick up the cigarette ends and examine the bent blades of grass. It is enough for me to sit back in my chair and think. It is this –” he tapped his egg-shaped head – “this, that functions!” - Agatha Christie, ‘Five Little Pigs’
A Canon Divergent set sometime in the future after Emma and Killian are married. A series of one-shots centering around a CS pregnancy. Pregnant -Emma’s POV - here, Pregnant - Killian’s POV - here It can also be found on FF.
Doctor’s Visit - Emma’s POV After you read Emma’s POV, read Killian’shere.
Rated - K Words - ~5K
Once the secret was out, Emma felt that her life became easier, yet more difficult at the same time. She couldn’t go anywhere or do anything without feeling like at least a dozen pairs of eyes were watching her every move. She had even accused Killian of asking the entire town to spy on her, to which he had responded, “Why love, would I ever do something like that?” with his oh so innocent face. She was pretty sure he was guilty, she just couldn’t prove it.
And nowhere did she feel like it was more so than when she stepped into Granny’s for her morning cup of hot chocolate. Leaning against the counter, she waited for her order which seemed to be the weekly remedy to soothing her stomach and felt the eyes of everyone on her. She wasn’t sure what they were waiting for but wondered if possibly they were watching to see if her stomach suddenly grew like the last few pregnancies in Storybrooke. Thankfully, a protection spell would keep that from happening. Taking her "to-go” cup and unconsciously gently rubbing her stomach she exited Granny’s under the watchful eyes of at least five of the dwarves.
Running into Archie on her way to the station and being questioned on her choice of drink added to the aggravation of the day, so much so that by the time she got to work she was spoiling for an argument. Her guilt for running out of the house this morning without saying goodbye, combined with her frustration from what felt like constant staring from the good citizens of Storybrooke and then mixed with her volatile emotions created a dam threatening to burst. For the sake of everything she held dear, she really hoped this would be one morning her father decided to come in late, as time alone sounded heavenly.
Of course, that couldn’t happen either, for as she opened the door, she walked into the room just as she heard her dad say, “Thanks for the head’s up, Killian. I’ll let you know when she arrives.” When he saw her and realized he was caught a sheepish look crossed his face as he quickly hung up.
“Good morning, honey.” He came closer as if to embrace her, “How are you today?”
“Really, Dad,” she answered him, an edge already making its way into her voice. "I caught you on the phone with my husband, who apparently was tattling on me, and you ask how I am?“ Continuing to walk on into her office she dropped her bag on the floor and set the hot cup on her desk, before turning back to her father. "Why don’t you tell me how I am?"
"Now Emma,” he began, “don’t be like that.”
Knowing she was being just a little bit irrational but unable to stop the words from exploding out of her mouth, “Don’t be like that?” she asked him, before shouting, “Don’t be like that? How am I supposed to be? Tell me and then I’ll know.” She could feel the anger disappearing to be replaced by frustration, which more often than not brought tears, “You try feeling like you’re going to throw up every time you see food but then the next minute you want to eat everything in sight. Or how about that parts of your body no longer feel like your own.” She stopped and clenched her hands together, before continuing, “or how you can go from so happy you want to shout it to the world to being so scared you’re going to screw up that you want to scream and cry for hours."