A week before
this, I had been to the Pet Smart just to look around. What started as looking around ended with me
being attached to a black guinea pig. I
had held him at the pet store and immediately fell in love. He became the one thing I cannot go without,
and when I finally move out, I am taking him with me.
A week after
meeting him at the pet store for the first time, I had persuaded my parents to
let me keep him. I had done all of the
usual promises, “I’ll take care of him, I promise,” while having to go through
all of the usual things, I had amassed enough money to buy him, along with all
of his things, beforehand, however, there was one worry left in mind “Will he
still be there when I get there?” I had
been unable to think about what would happen if he were not. I ran into the pet store, got down on my
knees, and looked into the cage.
There in the
cage was the same black and orange guinea pig I had fallen in love with. He looked up at me and I was so amazed as we
waited for the lady at the pet store to come get him out of the cage for
me. I was overloaded with happiness at
the fact my baby, whom I had decided to name “Ashes”, was there and no one had
taken him. The only thing was, the pet
store person refused to let me put him on hold so I could go get the things for
him. I had a decision to make, I could
open him up to the possibility of being taken by someone else, or I could take
him with me and leave him in the car for a few minutes. I hesitated, but I had waited so long to see
mybaby, opening him up to the possibility of being taken was awful to me. I immediately decided to take him. Afterwards I was lectured by the annoying
blonde pet store lady, who had assumed I was some stupid kid who did not research
the pet she was getting before she looked at it and decided it was cute. I quickly proved her wrong.I had researched
so well I could call a guinea pig by its scientific name “Cavius
Porcellus”. I showed her so too, and she
obliged in being a little better. The
checkout was going smooth until I got to target, and target did not have the
cage materials I wanted. I decided to go
home and order them online, but until then, I had to leave Ashes in an
overturned laundry basket on top of a blanket.
Ashes ended up well, and after a while, he became known as “Sir Piggy”,
but when I met him, I was set for life.
Sir Piggy
changed my life, by giving me someone to look after, as well as helping me
learn to accept my job. To this day,
there are few that are more influential than my baby, Sir Piggy.
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