Sam’s passing, from a Guinea Pig respiratory infection at 4 years of age, was very hard on the family. They were mourning the loss of him terribly. Feeling sad for them, I told V and the kids to go and adopt a new pig. I did not go with them as I was working. They come home with not 1, but 2 new pigs, because, and I quote “there was only 2 in the cage and we did not want the other one to be lonely.” Enter Georgia and Martha.
They were the cutest little things (I had never seen a baby guinea pig before) but we noticed that within 24 hours Martha was having trouble breathing. After rushing her to the emergency vet, we learned she had pneumonia, and they suggested putting her down immediately. But that is not our way.
Over the next 4 weeks we gave her medicine and we spent endless hours in the steaming bathroom and with a vaporizer next to her cage, to help this little creature start to breath again. We moved her into the bedroom so we could monitor her 24/7. And we held her and held her and held her. When we finally got her to our vet (not the Emergency people), Dr. Kate said that Martha was much better, however, ‘she’ was a ‘he’ and that maybe we should consider changing his name so that he doesn’t get a complex (LOL). Welcome, a now healthy, Mr, Moto.
Just another DogDaz morning at the zoo ❤ 












