Saturday, 26 September 2015

RIP MARMALADE || WELCOME FUZZNUT || 500 VIEWS?? || ~that girl on the Internet-


So I have good news and bad news. 

Let's start off with the bad news as its long and detailed. Let's start from the beginning.

So me and my sister Imogen were trying to convince our parents for MONTHS to get a pet. Of course being them they said no. Until one day instead of saying a pet like a dog or cat I said 

'how about a Guinea Pig?' 

I only came up with the idea 'cause o remember seeing it on Zoellas 2nd channel one day.


They agreed as long as we worked hard, which, honestly is easy if we put the effort in. 

Anyway, we carried on working hard then at the beginning of the summer holidays, WE WENT TO PETS AT HOME AND GOT 2 GUINEA PIGS! One for me and one for Imogen, my mother (Charlotte) asked us which ones we wanted and what we wanted to name them; So we chose them and named them Marmalade (mine) and cupcake (immys). Picture:

Mine was the black/orange one. Marmalade was very caring, she cuddled into me, I fed her and loved her just as much as she loved me. But one day i was sitting in the living room with my nan and my mother and we heard this massive rustling sound coming from the indoor pen. I looked over as did my mum and my nan, and there was marmalade with her sister

having a epileptic fit. 

We all panicked but my nan managed to grab her and keep her still on the ground, I started to cry as she was pushing and shoving trying to get free, not by choice, but by force of her own body. My
mum got the local vets number and phoned them up, while my nan picked my Guinea Pig up and held her tightly to her chest so she wouldn't move and hurt herself. My mum continued talking on the phone to the vet with my nan in the room, while I was in the other room having a panic attack myself. Then I ran into the kitchen while my mum was shouting on the phone

'I need to get there NOW or the Guinea Pig will die!' 

This was when I realised that I needed to hold my Guinea Pig, just in case. I eventually got her from my Nan because we had to go to the vet. But my mum said that just me and her needed to go. I held her just like my nan and rushed to the car. We got in and started to drive. I looked in my Guinea Pigs eyes as we were driving and I realised something,

My Guinea Pig is going to die tonight. 

I just knew she was, although I didn't want her too, I knew she was. But I left that thought out of my head. We got to the vet and were immediately brought into a little pet doctors office, a woman asked us what was happening with our Guinea Pig, we told her what happened at home and then she asked us to place her on the table. I did but as soon as she came in contact with the table she once again had a fit. The vet grabbed her and told us

'We need to let her go'

I knew it was coming, I did. But deep down there was that tiny bit of hope that she would survive. The nurse asked me if I wanted to hold her and I did so I said yes. I held her in my arms for about 8 seconds before I gave her back, I wanted to hold her for longer but it wouldn't be fair as she was in so much pain. I just gave her back to the nurse and said that i wanted her to be put to sleep. We went to the waiting room and I sat down in tears while my mum payed for the burning and seeing of the Guinea Pig. They asked if I wanted to bury her at home but I said no as I really couldn't bare to see her again. I just wanted her to be put down and that would be it.

We got all of that done and left the Vets. But of course as soon as I got in the car I thought,

What about Imogen's Guinea Pig? 

Guinea Pigs are social animals that need to live in groups or pairs, which means we would have to get a new one, not only for me, but for Cupcake. So today, transitioning into the good news now, We got Fuzznut: (white)

She is a new member, not a replacement, to our family. 💕

But I love her equally as I did with marmalade.

But moving on,

WE HAVE 500+ VIEWS GUYS! It brought me up from my down mood. 

Thanks guys!

~That Girl On The Internet~