Piggies At Play

It’s springtime now, and the weather is warming up! Say goodbye to the colder weather and hello to spending hours outside every day! One of my favorite things to do when the weather starts to warm up is bringing my guinea pigs outside to play. They love eating the grass and flowers and running around when it’s nice outside. Normally I have a play pen for them, but sometimes I bring them outside and just keep them right next to me and we have fun together, all three of us. However, a few weeks ago Fluffy and I were sitting outside in my backyard, and he heard a noise and got spooked. He dashed off as quick as a lightning bolt, and I tried to chase after him but he was too quick for me. He squirmed underneath my fence and went into my neighbor’s backyard! She’s known for feeding the stray cats, and they always hang around her yard as she even went as far as building houses for them. Luckily, they weren’t there on this particular day. I had to go and hop the fence to get Fluffy back. Fortunately, I brought him back safe and uninjured. But boy did I learn a valuable lesson that day─be more careful! 

The pictures I took of the boys were so adorable, I had to make a post about it and share the pictures with you! 

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Hope you enjoyed the photos of these little cuties! What are your plans for the warmer weather?


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Meet Fluffy & Lulu

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Back in February this year, my beloved skinny pig named Pinkie passed away. Being the animal lover that I am, the best way for me to cope with the loss of a precious pet is to find another creature to love and nurture. Knowing that skinny pigs often have more health issues than furry guinea pigs due to their weakened immune systems, I opted to find some guinea pigs with hair this time.

As a child, I had a black and white bunny named Prince who was absolutely a sweetheart. Unfortunately, as time went on, I adapted an allergic reaction to him and had to give him away. Plus, I was not yet responsible enough to take on the task of caring for another living thing. My allergies swayed me to stay away from rodents for a while after that.

In 2013, I got my beautiful hamster named Hammie after realizing that my allergies did not apply to hamster fur. In 2015 when she passed away, I held both a rabbit and a guinea pig to see if the same thing applied but within seconds of holding them my eyes got watery, red, and itchy, and my throat got scratchy─I realized that this type of fur was a no go for me.

By a miracle, I went in to PetSmart and saw Fluffy─a pig with so much hair it sticks out in all directions. I asked the employee to let me hold him for a couple minutes and to my surprise, nothing. Even less of an allergic reaction than I had with my skinny pig Pinkie, which would cause my skin to break out into rashes and hives if I held him for too long.

I decided to get the guinea pig, and his friend that he had with him in his cage. The employee told me they had been together since birth and had not been separated. I could tell they were close because when I picked up one of them, the other one went up to the cage and started to cry. What kind of a monster would be so cruel as to break them apart?

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When I got home, Jacob and I tried to think of names for these little guys. Fluffy’s name came easily, because, he’s so darn fluffy and cute! His fur is so soft, you could make the most comfortable blanket out of it. Lulu’s name came as a joke. For some reason Jacob kept calling him Legume, and still calls him Legume to this day. Me, a sane person and not one to call my pet after a vegetable, decided to call him Lulu for short. Thus, Fluffy and Lulu were born.

It’s been a month since I’ve gotten them and thankfully no allergic breakouts yet! They are starting to warm up to me and love to climb on the cage and scream at me for food whenever I walk in the room, rustle a bag, open the fridge, open the cupboards─these guys get excited for literally everything. 

It’s so cute how they are the best of friends─I’m so happy I was able to get both of them.

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Goodbye Stinky 🐾❤

When I first got Stinky, it came from a bad situation. On Friday the 13th in February of 2015, my hamster Hammie got sick and died. A couple of weeks later, I went to PetSmart and bought an adorable skinny pig named Jasper. Two weeks later, on Friday the 13th in March of 2015, I came home to find Jasper dead in his cage after only two weeks of having him. I was feeling pretty depressed about losing two pets in a matter of a single month, especially the eeriness of them both passing on Friday the 13th. After sobbing on my couch for a little bit, I called PetSmart to see if they had any more skinny pigs in stock. Luckily, PetSmart’s 14 day guarantee was still in effect, so I would not have to pay anything extra for my new friend. 

On the car ride to the store, Jacob and I joked about what he would look like. “I bet he’s going to be all pink.” We both imagined him being really pink and wrinkly, so we decided to call him Pinkie, if he was pink upon seeing him. When we got there, a sweet girl named Nikki went and brought the new skinny pig out so we could see him. He was in her hands all cuddled up. As she came closer to us, she said, “This one’s a lot more pink than your other little guy.” Jacob and I looked at each other in disbelief―our guesses were accurate! Thus, Pinkie was born. Nikki handed him over to me and I couldn’t believe how quiet he was in that moment. He was so sweet and healthy looking and beautiful. I loved him right away.

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Skinny pigs were on sale that day, so we actually got $10.00 back for taking him (which became a long running joke). We brought him back home, and put him in his new home. For the first few months, Pinkie was extremely skittish and shy. It definitely took him some time to warm up to me. Honestly, I would say that it took me a while to warm up to him as well in a sense. After losing Hammie, I was still hurt for a while. But Pinkie was great to hold and to cuddle and to make me feel better when I needed it. That’s one thing he was good at―he was always there for you. Sure, he didn’t contribute much to the conversation except for a chorus of “wheek, wheek, wheek” here and there. However, he was a very good listener and a great cuddle buddy. 

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The next month, I decided to get Pinkie a friend. After all, guinea pigs are supposed to be very social animals. Whenever I wasn’t at home, I wanted Pinkie to be kept company and to have a friend of his own species to play with. Coincidentally, Nikki from the pet store that sold me Pinkie was a breeder, and was trying to sell one of her skinny pigs. Around Easter, I went to her apartment to pick him up. He was very scrawny and little looking. We called him Peanut. Peanut never warmed up, unfortunately. He hated being held, pet, and cuddled with. Whenever I took him out, he would just pee on me to get me to bring him back. Peanut loved Pinkie so much―I like to think that he thought of Pinkie as being a big brother. He would follow him around, try to play with him, and burrow under him when he was scared. Pinkie, however, was quite the opposite. He hated Peanut from the very beginning. Pinkie wanted to be the dominant one, and would fight for that right no matter what. Pinkie did not want to share his food or his home. Pinkie did not want to be followed around the cage. Pinkie was not looking for a friend. I tried everything in the book to get them to bond. Separating them but keeping cages close together so they can smell each other, putting them on the ground with a pile of veggies, etc.

As you can tell from this picture, Pinkie was less than impressed with Peanut.

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Five months later, I was tired of trying and I was tired of the fighting. Blood was beginning to be drawn and scars were being made. So, Peanut was sold to a new mommy and Pinkie was a lone piggy again. Pinkie’s energy levels went up, he seemed perky and happy, and he stopped looking so angry all of the time―LOL

As the months went on since I first got Pinkie, I noticed his skin drastically changing color. In fact, so much so that his name had to be changed. His skin turned from pink to brown as he aged. I could have named him Brownie, but I chose Stinky instead. Or, Stinks for short, as Jacob called him. His official name was still Pinkie, but Stinky just stuck for the remainder of his piggy life. For the rest of this post, he will now be known as Stinky. Just so no one gets confused. 

In 2016, I had the hardest year of my entire life. Perhaps one day I’ll write an emotional post about it. Stinky was there for me through all of it. Even though I loved him since day one, that year really brought us together. I would cry and he would snuggle up with me and make me feel a million times better. He began to love his cuddles and his kisses. He even started to kiss back. I would kiss his cheek, then he would kiss mine. It was the cutest thing in the world.

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We already established that 2016 was a shit year for me. That year, Stinky’s health also started to deteriorate. For an entire year he was fine with no problems. But that year, his health started to drop and kept dropping until he passed, with more and more problems with no stop in sight. He had:

  • Cataracts in both eyes.
  • Glaucoma in one eye.
  • Urinary tract infections.
  • Gastrointestinal issues.
  • Bladder stones.
  • Bumblefoot.  
  • Weight fluctuations. 

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That poor little guy endured so much for the next three years. He was on a daily eye drop medication for his glaucoma and would be on antibiotics so much that his body would always become immune to them, and the vet would either have to increase the dosage or switch the brand. When he had bladder stones, he would often pass them which was good. It meant they were small enough to pass through the urethra. Of course, it meant blood in his pee and urinary tract infections up to that point. But the stones eventually did pass―until the final one.

Stinky was a trooper, and although he had all of these issues, it did not affect his way of life whatsoever. He was such a happy little skinny pig. Stinky would prance, dance, and squeak all over the cage. Stinky loved the sound of the fridge opening or a bag crinkling because he knew that meant food was on its way. Stinky loved cuddles. He loved to be on my neck right up against my jaw, with a soft blanket covering him. He loved his pink patch on his head being rubbed, and he loved the back of his ears being scratched. 

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Stinky and I had some amazing times together.

Dressing up together on Halloween . . .

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. . . seeing Santa Claus at Christmastime . . .

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. . . and a photo shoot I had with him a couple of weeks before he died. I am so blessed I was able to get these photos. 

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Stinky was suffering from another bladder stone and urinary tract infection when he died. The night before I brought him to the vet, I noticed he was not eating or going to the bathroom which worried me, because those were his favorite things to do. He also squeaked quite loudly, which concerned me as that could mean he was in a lot of pain. When the vet opened the next morning, I called and made an appointment for that day. Two hours later we were in the car with Stinky and on the way to the vet. Before we went, I cuddled up with him on my bed one last time. In my heart, I kind of felt like it was the last time, too. I cried and the tears ran down my cheeks and he kissed me like he knew, too.

In the veterinarian’s room, she told me she thinks it would be best at this point to euthanize him. His bladder stone was stuck in his urethra and he was unable to pee. If put into emergency surgery, she said he would likely die trying to remove it. Stinky was in unbearable pain and could not urinate, eat, or drink. He had no energy. Stinky could barely lift his head up. It was such a devastating moment to see him like that. I didn’t want Stinky to go that way. I wanted him to be eight years old, in his cage in his cuddle cube which he loved so much.

We were there for four hours saying goodbye to him. It was just so hard for both Jacob and I, knowing this was the last time we were going to see our best friend.

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Our last moments together were so touching. I cuddled him and he snuggled right up to me, as he always did. He seemed to know that it was time. Even though he had no energy to lift his ears, or his head, or to eat, he still had enough energy to lift his head up and give me a couple of last kisses goodbye. Four hours later, I handed him over to the vet and said goodbye for the last time. He died on February 21st, 2019.

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Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge.

When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge. There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together. There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable.

All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor. Those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by. The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind.

They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are intent. His eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster.

You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart.

Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together….

It will be a while until I see Stinky again, but I know I will again one day. Thank you Stinky for being the best friend that anyone could ask for and for always putting a smile on my face. You were so incredibly loved and I promise to never forget you and to keep you in my heart forever and always. 

R.I.P STINKY

2015―2019

Angel Stinky


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Goodbye Peanut

When I got my skinny pig Pinkie, everyone told me that guinea pigs are herd animals so I needed another. Therefore, a month after I got Pinkie, I got Peanut from a breeder. And it was hate at first sight with the two of them. Maybe once or twice did they have a good moment, when they were scared or something. But 99% of the time they were biting each other, scratching, rumbling, rubbing their butts everywhere so their scent overpowers, etc. It was horrible. Nightly I would get woken up by that familiar, “BRRRR . . .” and then when attacking, “MEEP MEEP MEEP!” I couldn’t do it anymore, I wanted Pinkie and Peanut to be happy so I gave Peanut away. I will miss him, he was born February 16 2015 and I got him in April a month after getting Pinkie. However it wasn’t too hard to get rid of him, I’m sad to say; I never formed an emotional attachment to him. Luckily though, the people who bought him constantly send me photos of him. He looks really happy in his new cage! Plus there’s a skinny pig next door in the cage beside him named Phoebe. Possible girlfriend, perhaps? (Sorry, Pinkie. No girlfriend for you.) Maybe I will see you again one day, Peanut. Long live the skinny pigs! (Or stinky pigs, as I call them.)

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Rest In Peace Jasper

It feels so weird having to write one of these again. As my readers know, my hamster Hammie passed away on Friday the 13th in February due to illness. Jasper, my skinny pig that I got a week later, had to go to the vets two weeks after I got him because he had a head tilt. The vets were highly uneducated in small animals (I didn’t know at the time there was a small vet animal hospital in my city) so they weren’t able to tell what was wrong with him. They gave him medicine and the tilt seemed to go away. But I stayed the night away from home a few days ago, only to come home and find Jasper dead in his cage. I read online that an unhealthy skinny pig’s rips, spine, and hind legs are visible and Jasper’s were completely visible but it was on Wikipedia and I figured you can’t believe everything you read on the internet. I took a picture and was going to upload to a vet website and see what was the matter, but by the time I had time to do so, it was too late. I had a slight suspicion that maybe Jasper had something wrong with him but he was eating [a lot] just fine so I figured he was okay, and he seemed happy and was of course adorable. When I went to the pet store the day he died to get a new one, they told me that he was probably sick from the day I got him. I just didn’t know anything about skinny pigs so was unable to tell the difference between a healthy one, and unhealthy one. But when I first found Jasper dead, I went into shock, my whole body tensed up and I felt unbelievably sore for the rest of the day. I didn’t know what could’ve happened. I felt terrible. I was going to come home that night too but stayed late at Jacob’s to finish our animation. Of course I know it wasn’t my fault but I feel a bit guilty at times. And guess what? Jasper passed on Friday the 13th of March. Both pets died on Friday the 13th. My new skinny pig, named Pinkie, will be with me at all times on the next Friday the 13th which is in November of this year. That day won’t mess with my pets again. 

Even though I only had Jasper for three weeks, and I thought I’d have him for at least five years, I became attached to him quick. I wrote blogs about him, essays even, and talked about him non-stop and thought about him constantly. I got a locket that says “I Love You” and I will be putting Jasper and Hammie’s pictures inside. 

I miss him already and he will remain in my memories and heart forever. R.I.P Jasper ❤

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Here’s my new skinny pig named Pinkie:

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He likes to nibble at pretty much anything, including noses, lips, eyelashes, and anything with fabric or zippers.

 

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See you soon,

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Meet Jasper

After the loss of my pet hamster Hammie last February, I was on a search to find the one pet I wanted more than any other. A skinny pig. What is a skinny pig? A hairless guinea pig. I know, they sound weird. You think of pink and wrinkly when you hear hairless, but they’re actually the most adorable things ever. No store in my city had them, and the store owners said whenever they do have them, they’re usually gone within a few hours to a day. Yup, they’re pretty popular, everyone loves these things. So I had to wait a week until they had one, and my mom fell in love with him even before I did. He’s cuddly, he cries when he’s upset. he whines when he wants food, and he purrs when you pet him, and he snuggles up to you. A small animal that cuddles with you? I’m in love!

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I’m not sure what I love more. The big eyes, the floppy ears, or the cute little muzzle. I love it all! I named him Jasper after Jasper T. Jowls from Chuck E. Cheese. He’s the dog mascot (there’s a mouse, chicken, monster, dog, and a human mascot). And he’s my favourite one so like I do with literally all of my pets, I named him before I even got him or saw what he looked like. But I think it fits him quite well! 

They live five to eight years rather than one to two like hamsters, so we have a long journey ahead of us! So glad I got this little baby, he’s absolutely precious. ❤

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Goodbye Hammie

Her name was Hammie and she was the most beautiful, loving, sweetest hamster in the whole world. I got her one evening in August. It was a day after I got my foot stung by a bee, and I was allergic, and my whole foot swelled up and I couldn’t even walk. I had McDonald’s for dinner that night and I wore red flats with my white dress with the black hearts. And there I walked into Pet Smart, where originally I was going to get a hermit crab for my room. For years I wanted a gold hamster named Hammie. A month before, my boyfriend and I talked about how cool it would be to get a hamster for my birthday. I tried to convince him to get me one, but Jacob said he wouldn’t do that without my mom’s permission. Well, damn.

Now this was two years ago, about five days after my birthday. And I saw her: Hammie, the gold hamster, the one I thought about getting for years but never actually thought I would. She was running on her wheel in a cage with another hamster, a darker one. Jacob and I laughed because her bum looked really big as she ran. I didn’t even look at the crabs. I saw the girl who worked there and asked if she can make sure no one buys her and she said, “No problem”. A bunch of kids looked at her but I knew that they couldn’t buy her so it was all good. I texted my mom pretending I already bought her, to see what she would say. Surprisingly she let me get her, she must’ve known how good I’ve gotten taking care of pets, having fish and frogs in my room for years. (We had rabbits and hamsters before, let’s just say I kinda neglected them. That’s why I was surprised she let me get one.) 

I stayed at that Pet Smart for four hours, walking around the area, going into Best Buy, then coming back around nine so I could get her and then catch my ride. The girl working there picked her up, said, “Come here, princess,” and she let me hold her. I’ll never forget the first time I ever pet her. I was so shocked that her fur was so soft. Softer than any other animal, including dogs and cats. It was so silky and beautiful. I loved her already.

That night she bit me and I accidentally dropped her on my floor. The next day I poked my hand in the cage while she was sleeping and she bit me again. Always listen to your parents, kids. My mom told me to leave her alone for a few days, but she was so cute, I just wanted to play with her! This is a picture from the night I got her, the very first picture of her ever:

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You can see her yellow ball (which she hated) in the background, and I let her chew on my cuticle remover stick. She was just a baby, and absolutely adorable. It didn’t take me long to fall in love with her. Over the next year, she was right beside my bed. Literally, there’s a desk where she’d be. She was the first thing I looked at when I woke up, and the last thing I looked at before I fell asleep. When I came home, no matter where from, the first thing I would do is go up and pick her up and cuddle. Not take off shoes, coat, not pet my dog, just go straight to Hammie before anything else. She loved treats; her favourites were sunflower seeds, strawberry yogurt drops, and honey yogurt drops.

We were so close and did everything together. I thought about her all the time when we weren’t together. And we were always spending time together when we were. I bought her the cutest bedding, the most awesome toys, and gave her all the love in the world. She’s all I would ever talk about. I’m sure my family and friends got annoyed, but I always had so many stores to share. Like how one time, I left her bag of treats open and she ran into it, dug her claws into it so I couldn’t pull her out, and stuffed ten treats in her mouth. I had to shake the bag to get her out of it. Or the time when I took her to the vets and she was scared so she was climbing all over me to feel safe. Or when she stuffed her cheeks with food. Or the time when I gave her a huge treat and she refused to let go of it. She brought it on her wheel and refused to let it go. 

She meant the world to me and hopefully I meant the world to her. She was healthy, cute, and happy. Come November, I noticed that she was going blind. Her eyes were beginning to turn white in the middle. At first I tried to say it was my imagination, but a week later I knew it had to be cataracts. We took her to the vet where (sorry if you’re reading this) the vet had absolutely no idea whatsoever on what she was talking about. She said it wasn’t cataracts, and that she had a deformed pupil, etc, but I really think it was cataracts. So anyway, she was blind. From there on, I just thought about her dying and it made me so sad. The song “Gary Come Home” from Spongebob Squarepants made me feel even more sad, I just pictured terrible things:

  1. Her dying.
  2. Having to put her body in a box.
  3. Cleaning out her cage after she died.
  4. Living without her.

It was like a vicious cycle I couldn’t get out of. From November until February, I would cry at least once a week just thinking about it, and she was healthy then. Everyone knew she was my baby, everyone. Then one day, I took her out of her cage, and noticed a red mark underneath her chin. I almost cried like crazy but I thought to myself, “Calm down, it’s probably just nothing like her eyes.” To this day, I still have no idea what was wrong with her. But it’s what killed her. She got this two days before the new year. But she looked fine, was still healthy, etc. I didn’t know if it was a bite, a rash, or something else. But days went by and nothing happened. Okay. Then I noticed it started to get bigger, and freaked out, cried, the whole ordeal. Still acting/looking normal. Then it got worse, developed an odour, and I didn’t know what to do. People told me she was losing hair but I pretended not to notice. Should I take her to the vets? The vet is so pricey where I live, almost $100 just to get them looked at. So I didn’t want to go down that route. I tried online, found nothing. To this day I still regret it, saying I could’ve done something differently and it’s all my fault. But even if I took her, would they have known what it was? Probably not. The day before she died I actually made an appointment for the next day to take her in. And she died. I could’ve taken her that day but I didn’t want to.

It was February 12. I just got home from getting my nose ring changed from black to green. My mom made perogies for dinner and put a piece of lettuce on it, pretending to be fancy like how a restaurant does it. I gave a piece of the lettuce to Hammie, and she (in her sick form) gobbled it up right away. Even though she couldn’t walk, couldn’t clean herself, couldn’t do anything, she still loved her food. I didn’t take any pictures. It was too sad. Her bones were deformed, she lost a lot of her hair, she had open sores all over her body and she looked so sad. It was terrible. A few hours later I was watching a movie, and saw she hadn’t eaten her fave treat yet. Weird. This was at 11 PM. I picked it up (she was in her green hut) and I tried to show it to her. I poked my hand in her hiding spot, but she didn’t grab it. I peeked in, and saw her lying there, not moving, eyes open. I bawled. I thought she was already dead. I threw open the cage, took off the hut, and saw her. I picked her up and noticed she was breathing. Now, I have no idea still and never will if she was concious or not. I watched a video on YouTube of someone’s last minutes with their hammy so I knew what them dying looked like. This was it. So I don’t know if she was really there, or if her soul had gone already, but her body was still physically alive. She was barely breathing, and gasping for air. For three hours. She lay in my hand for three hours until she died. My boyfriend came over at one in the morning, an hour before she passed. It was Friday the 13th, the day she died. I hate that day even more now. Before she died, her muscles tensed and she grabbed onto my finger. Then she was gone. The moment I was fearing for months instead of just enjoying her being alive. I think it sort of prepared me, though. But I feel so bad. She didn’t die healthy, happy. She died sick and unrecognisable. She loved food until the day she passed, her last few days she’d just sit in her foot dish and snack. I miss her so much. It’s weird not coming home anymore and seeing her. Sometimes I still look to where her cage used to be and half expect to see her, then it hurts when I realize I just forgot she was gone for a second. It still feels like she’s here.

Some would say she was just a hamster, but for all of the hamster owners out there, you guys know how it is. Hammie made me so happy so I just want to tell her thanks for that, and that I loved her so much and I hope wherever she is now has a giant wheel, all the treats she can ask for, and maybe a friend or two. I only look back on good memories. The day she finally let me hold her, her favourite spot in a desk I had to get rid of, the look on her face when I showed her a treat. The way she cleaned herself, chewed on the bars, ran around my floor. I’m glad Hammie was a part of my life, even though it was only for a short time. I wish she would’ve made it to two years. But I’m glad I got to have her. She gave me eighteen months of happiness and joy. She meant everything to me and I adored her to the ends of the world. In the spring we are burying her and having a memorial. Right now the vets are keeping her body safe. But I feel an empty spot now. I got a locket that says “I Love You…” and I will put her picture in it so she can always be with me. A video tribute will be uploaded soon.

Goodbye, ❤ Hammie. ❤ Rest in peace wherever you are. I wish you could come home. I’d do anything to see you again even for a minute. ❤

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Listen to Hammie’s little squeak here: 

Thank you for reading. R.I.P Hammie ❤

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Cute And Funny Animal Pictures

This is part two, a follow-up to another blog I did with pictures of funny animals. Who’s ready for part two?! I tried to find all of the best ones to make you laugh and smile!

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Now let’s vote for which one was our favorite:


That’s all for today everyone. New blogs up this week! And first YouTube video up this month! Hooray! So excited. 😀 ❤❤❤❤❤

Love,

– Victoria xoxo

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Funny Photos

I was just surfing the web and I found some hilarious pictures that I just had to share. They’re all relating to animals in some way or another and they all made me laugh so hard. Enjoy! And happy Friday everyone! 🙂 ❤

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They see me rollin' . . . they hatin'!

They see me rollin’ . . . they hatin’!

Snails Have Feelings

Why are the snails always the first ones to die? And why do they die, one after the other? So prior to writing this blog post, I wrote one about my favourite fish, Engelbert, who passed away. There, I mentioned a few new aquatic friends that I got. Snails, one named Milly, and one named Jude. If you read the previous post, you’d know that I had a mother and a daughter snail before. The daughter snail would always ride on the mother’s shell, it was the cutest thing – then, the daughter died, and the mother refused to eat so she eventually died, too. The same thing happened; Milly and Jude were really close (I don’t know if they were relatives). And Milly died several weeks ago, and just a few days ago, Jude died, too. He again, refused to do anything, and ended up dying. This always happens to me! I absolutely love every single one of my pets, and I get really sad when they die. 

For fish (sometimes), dogs, cats, and small animals, it can be easy to tell why they passed. Illness, age, etc. For snails, I never know the reason. But, what I do know, is that every single animal has feelings. I’ve known people that think animals are “soulless”, and don’t have any feelings whatsoever. I’ve had pretty much any pet one can have, and spend tons of time with animals. I’ve learned that everything has feelings; even snails. The connections that they can make with one another and the emotional attachment they have to each other is beyond incredible. And no, they were not mates. They were the same gender and never had baby snails. So, there must be some sort of relationship between them, right? They must be able to feel some sort of emotion. It may not be quite like the relationships between humans, but everything definitely feels something. [One of my pet peeves is actually when people step on garden snails just to be cruel….grrr. Probably making a blog on pet peeves, soon. It could be interesting.]

In conclusion, losing your pets is sad, but I always look forward to getting more pets and learning more about animals! They’re awesome. 🙂 Also, sorry for not blogging much lately. Working, online courses and spending time with family/friends/Jacob is really time consuming. My new job is awesome, though; tons of fun! I’m teaching English to 13/14 year olds and am a tutor.

Hope to see ya in the blog-univerise soon,

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Victoria Hecnar xoxo ❤ 


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