What You Can Do For National Adopt A Rescued Guinea Pig Month - Guinea Pig Today

What You Can Do For National Adopt A Rescued Guinea Pig Month - Guinea Pig Today

Dear Friends,
One of the saddest things we see at so-called "pet stores"
is going to make you mad: small cages with the following
notes written on them as sales incentives:


"FREE GUINEA PIG WITH 
PURCHASE OF CAGE!"


Would you buy a teddy bear that came
with a free child?


The person to whom I entrusted my guinea pigs while in hospital works at this store. I had hoped that by partnering with them
(adopting unwanted, neglected, sick, dying, and "unsellable" piggies that people dumped there) and selling photo cards 

including links to resources on compassionate guinea pig care,
 we could educate the public and them about the humane 
treatment of these precious darlings. I have discovered 
a huge gap between the way farm people view animals
(food = profit) and the way the rest of us view them,
not only as "pets" or even as "members of the family"
but as holy brothers and sisters as entitled to our
humanity, respect, love, compassion, and mercy, 
as any human. My friend Kestra nailed it the time
she urged me to consider thinking of them as
my "little Buddhas" and if ever there was a time
of spiritual communion with them (and there have
actually been many which I have simply kept 
private) Raj's Journey now is the most
extraordinary because nothing we are doing
is anything I have ever heard of before and yet
he is still with us tonight and if/when he chooses
to join Taj it will be his choice how, when, and
where, all because when it sounded like he was
having a seizure last night, had I been strong
enough to take him to the 24-Hour Emergency Vet
to have him euthanized, it would have been a
terrible mistake! Now, I listen and he tells me.
It is time to turn off the computer, feed him, and
for the two of us to spend the night together.


Please know I could not do this alone.


You want to know how I do this?


You. Each one of you.


Because I could not do this alone.


I love you. We all do.


Yours,
Chana

Further, for every store like that, there are a thousand
more. Please consider, if you are able and have the desire,
reading this link published by Guinea Pig Today and 
advocating in any way you are inspired on their behalf so 
they are not "the treat that comes in a box of cereal." No one should advertise a free live guinea pig as incentive to buy
an inhumanely undersized cage which only imprisons one 

or more of our little brothers or sisters.

Thank you,
love,
Chana


P.S.
Raj has decided he wants to live on the floor in his new arrangement and that's just fine. HE ALSO MADE HIS FIRST POOP SINCE
MY RETURN HOME FROM THE HOSPITAL! WHICH MEANS
HE IS METABOLIZING HIS JUICE AND DERIVING NUTRITION...I hope to interest him in the pulp but so far he only
wants to be dropper-fed and he is not particularly active. The worst
is not over but it is definitely on hold! And when YumYum, Bhindi, and VinnyGuinea got a taste of the carrot juice and 
wheatgrass through a baby sippy-bottle OH MY GOODNESS!
SO I MAY CONTINUE TO SUPPLEMENT EVERYONE'S
DIET WITH THAT BECAUSE OF THE HIGH NUTRITIONAL
CONTENT.


YOUR PRAYERS ARE SAVING THEIR LIVES, DEAR ONES,
MAKE  NO MISTAKE! I am quite exhausted and hope to begin
answering your emails early next week but know how dear to me they are, how much hope the appearance of each one in my INBOX means to all of us here, and how much faith we DO HAVE IN THE POWER OF LOVE.


LOVE,
Chana

Raj Lives!

Every morning I wake up wondering
whether or not to approach Raj with
a pillowcase in my hand, just in case...
because once I feel him, going to get
a pillowcase may become impossible
in my grief. So it was another morning
awaking with the pillowcase and I am 
beginning to loathe pillowcases.


Last night he fell asleep under the covers 
with me until I placed him back on the
floor in the new home created for  him
so he could go under the nightstand
where he once frolicked with his brother.


To my astonishment, he was stronger and walked -
not to hide in the darkness to die, but to his sleeping bag
and sniff it, to his wheatgrass to sniff it, to his hay trough
to sniff it; to sniff all the fragrances of his deceased friends
whose aromas comforted him before retiring to his
pigloo for the night where I found him alive this morning
and gave him his carrot juice before tucking him in, 
waiting for a new social worker to arrive and 
"assess" my own in-home health care needs. 
(For Raj to live:  Could she do that, please?) 
I liked her. I like all the people who have come here, 
in fact. And my neighbors have also pitched in to
check on me and carry out trash and recycle,
visit, listen, and care.


So...Raj is still with us and today will receive a shot of
wheat grass with his fresh, organic carrot juice.
I am now beginning to wonder if he is getting spoiled
with these dropper feedings and will have any 
interest in eating on his own but who cares?
He's alive!


MIRACLE #2?
YUM-YUM HAS ACCEPTED BHINDI INTO 
THE NEW JUMBO PEN HE NOW SHARES WITH
THE INIMITABLE VINNY-GUINEA!


(possibly because Bhindi's chasing-to-hump tiny 
Vinny keeps Vinny from waking Yum-Yum all 
night like he used to by continuously jumping 
over him in their small, shared sleeping bag?
Vinny's kinda "occupied" now: GO BHINDI!)




WHO CARES WHEN YOU HAVE 4 GUINEA PIGS?


AT LEAST AT 1 p.m. Pacific Time...


thank you for so much precious love.
We are almost ready to become hopeful.


love,
Chana