This Is The Post I Never Wanted To Write – 4 years of life, gone in a flash! My Chestnut Furry Kid Guinea Pig Daughter Is Dead!


My guinea pig furry kid daughter Chestnut is dead. 4 hours after surgery for removal of ovarian cysts, she started bleeding and they could not spot where from, she was opened up again and bled to death. Horrific! I love her to bits. She was my best friend, love of my life, my companion for the most part of 4 years and a real joy to know. I have a phobia of eyes and the way they stare and look, hers were the ONLY eyes I have ever found to be truly beautiful and I was mesmerised by them and wanted to look at them.

She was only sat on my chest and in my lap less than 24 hours before she died and was gone forever, I love her so much. The pain cuts like a knife right now. How can something so beautiful, have her pretty life end this way? I was so close to her and bonded with her, as she lived in my room with me before moving to live with my parents this April, a few days before her 4th birthday, the 23rd of April, which was the day before mine. My birthday is the 24th of April and I will miss sharing my birthday next year with her, as a joint celebration. She moved to live with my parents, due to Angel being diagnosed with diabetes and my parents can inject her when I couldn’t, as I have a real fear of needles and blood. My mum is diabetic herself. The last blood test I had was over 4 years ago, as far as I can remember.

Angel also had the same operation for removal of ovarian cysts just before Chestnut did. Thankfully Angel is okay and doing well overall, despite being blind and diabetic. The vet was more concerned about her pulling through in theory, because of her being diabetic, and usually she would need more time to come around from the anaesthetic. I am glad it was not two piggies I lost. I am not sure I will get another one to go with Angel, in theory it would be nice for her, but my mum is indoors with her nearly all the time and I haven’t had much luck with my guinea pigs from the point of view many have died young and had major operations. I still think I have been successful sticking with pets many otherwise would have given up on long ago, so it is lucky I got them. I am just thinking maybe I should not have any more, but I don’t know, and as Angel now lives with my parents, it has to be a joint decision, not solely my own.

These are the very last photos I took of Chestnut (the 4th one being the very last), and these are the last YouTube videos of her from the night before she died. One video is from my Quirky Books TV channel this blog belongs to, and I have included a video of Chestnut and Angel from my other channel called Asexualise My Asexual Life, which I currently Vlog on every single day, live, since the 1st of July this year, 2018.

Sandra and furry kid Chestnut    

And this is a video explaining what happened and how Chestnut came to no longer be in this life!

It’s been tough. It is hard to think that this little life is no more, especially as there is nothing visibly wrong with her on the outside.

I said in one of these videos that the head vet was doing the operation, but he didn’t, he supervised only, and was not there when she started bleeding. The vet who did it said he had operated before on guinea pigs and was with her at the end. He said he even had 2 staff nurses monitoring them both for 2 hours.

I have an asexual meetup that I organised in my city this weekend and whilst the meetup is officially on Sunday, many of us are also meeting up the evening before at 6.30pm, for food, drink, and chat. 4/5 are staying in hotels. I am with asexuals for a total of 4 days, and one is staying in a hotel for 3 nights, who is my BFF (Best Friend Forever), and arriving in my city this afternoon – Friday! It is hard to be around people when grieving, but great to have support and distraction of people also. I have allowed myself to cry a ton as you will see from the last video above, and I hope it inspired you in some way, to let all of the grief, heartache and pain, out, because otherwise it will eat you up and I would never want that to happen to you.

Until next time, from me, and Chestnut in heaven, always stay true to who you are, embrace your quirky, and live your dreams xx

Write soon

Sandra xxxxxxxx

Bye, Bye Chestnut, I love you with all of my precious heart, mind, body and soul. Loved our cuddles and our laughs together, our love for each other, and those squeaky moments. I am so very sorry what happened to you and that I could not save you. I am sorry I decide to go through with the operation for you, but I thought it had to be done as you lost some weight. The vet said it was unusual for a guinea pig to be recovered from an operation for 4 hours and then start to bleed, usually if that ever happens it would be quite soon after so maybe there was another underlying cause, and for the loss of wight also. I said no to the autopsy as I did not want your beautiful body to have to go through being opened up again, it would never have brought you back. I am sorry you bled to death, I would never wish that on my gorgeous girl. And I am sorry for all of the teeth chattering I caused at the mention of this operation, you never did that before, 4 months ago, when the lump was going to be removed from your back and it was successful. I am sorry for the brief panic attack you had at the vets, when you knew I had to leave you for this operation, it is almost as if you knew what was going to happen and it scared you for dear life and your heart was beating so very fast and your insides moving left to right in quick succession, then by the time my mum looked in the box, you had instantly calmed down and was eating hay. Did you know Chestnut? Did you instinctively have an inkling of what would happen to you today? Because I think it seems likely you sensed it from the teeth chattering and panic attack, you have always been so bold and brave and not that bothered before; super strong.

I telepathically was connected to you when I thought you would be having the operation. I don’t know if it was 12.45 or 1.15pm, or somewhere in-between there, but for what seemed like a good 10 minutes, I felt like I was spiritually connected to you, bonded in time with our minds and souls as one. It was like I went into a trance and our brains were linked somehow. I told you to fight and be strong and you did, I just did not foresee that bleeding coming out of nowhere. But I knew that when the vet saw you the previous week he said there is an 80% chance of survival with this operation, that it was not a good sign, as the head vet had never said that to me before.

It is hard when I had to sign the consent form, sign it to say if anything goes wrong, there is no liability and therefore no one is responsible, it is one of those things, which it is, I just really wish my love, that ‘that’ thing, had never happened to you.

I love you so very much from the bottom of my beautiful soul and heart to yours. Let us dance in the moonlight of no mans land, let us take each other by paw and hand and dance you in my arms. Let us dance cheek to cheek one more time my love and lets say goodnight and stay in peace forever. I love you my best friend, I am crazy for you, I have a sacred and special bond that no one will ever break and I can remember you for the rest of my life and beyond. Until we meet again my love, close your eyes and rest, let God and/or, the powers that be now, hold you in its tender loving warmth and caress, knowing you will always be mine forever, but I have to let you go and take a rest, forever. It seems so final, like an eternity, but the truth is, it is. I love you my darling, now come back close into mummy’s cuddle, I honesty can never let you go, because you are mine forever. So stay with me a little and a lot, look down on me from heaven and shine your beautiful light for all the world to see. Your companion Angel is looking up to the night sky, thinking of where you have gone, little unaware of you never coming back. She will miss you madly, as do I. Angels always return to heaven to watch over us, and until she does that, you will always be my angel and with me, my forever guiding light. I am glad I have still got Angel, but I wish I had got you in person too, because I feels helpless right now, and I am reaching out to you. As tears flow over my face in droves, and my face burns with the scars of tears down my cheeks for hours, I will never, ever, forget you my darling furry kid daughter Chestnut, and I will love your forever more. My love for you never stops, it grows day-by-day, even when you are away. I love you now and always.

Part of me wants to say rest in peace, but the truth is, I want you to squeak from the heavens, always be true to who you are, and never let those beautiful eyes lose their sparkle. We buried you tonight, in a towel, in my mum’s garden, dad dug up some space. They wrapped you in a green towel, green is sometimes unlucky for our family, but I hope it is lucky for you in getting you a good place in heaven and in the feeling of warmth and cosiness, as your spirit  transcends to heaven/that spiritual place above. I will miss your terribly. I already do. I don’t want to stop writing here and now, because I feel so very connected to you. My eyes look like a mess, but I don’t care, you would gladly lick them for me, if you were only here to do so. I can’t believe you have gone, I am still in disbelief. But your memory lives on in me and with me forever more. But you are more than just a memory to me, you are in my heart always.

Once again, I am so sorry if you saw this coming and I did not, I wish I could have stopped you dying, I really do. I was happy for the photos I took of us together, and the video of me and you. I love you Chestnut. In part this is not goodbye, because that just makes me cry, I love you my sweet one and always will forever and more. I always had in my mind until death do us part, that I would like to be with you until the very end. I am so sorry I was not in the recovery room with you when you passed your last breath, part of me felt like asking if I could be with you as you recovered, just in case anything should happen, but this was a very late thought, considering how long we were there waiting for you to come around. I can’t change back time, and I don’t know if I would have been allowed anyway, I wasn’t told you were dying, but found out you were dead. I asked the receptionist, who is having the problem with recovery and she said Chestnut. Then when the vet told me to come into the consultation room, and was carrying no piggies and I could see upset in his eye, like he had been crying, I said Chestnut is dead, and he said yes, Chestnut is dead, but how do you know that? I said the receptionist said she was the one having problems with recovery and I could see the upset in your eyes and just knew it, and then I broke down in tears, and later started to get panicky and pins and needles were in my blood drained fingers and my natural response was no doubt that my body was giving extra oxygen and blood to the heart and other vital organs, whilst having a panic attack. I was just very glad I gave both you and Angel a very big cuddle and lots of kisses before you went in for your operations, so you knew how very much mummy loves you and always will forever more xxxxxxxx I stayed with you until the allowable end and at least that was something. I love you Chestnut, mummy always loves you, forever and more, more, more. Nose rubs and kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss xxxxxxxx

Celebrating 8th Year Bloggerversary For Quirky Books – Counting The 10 Moments That Count With Sandra Bellamy


Sandra and furry kid Chestnut

On the 8th of November, this year, 2018 – something amazing happened! I was sent a congratulations on my 8th year Bloggerversary for this Quirky Books blog.

In the time I started this blog, great things have happened to me:

  1. In 2012, I overcame depression using my Embrace Your Quirky Philosophy, which is all about being your true, authentic self, no matter what anyone else, says, thinks, or does.
  2. In 2012, I also was diagnosed with Fibromyalgia, which took 6 months to come to terms with, and then I saw the blessings of it and how it truly changed my life, for the better, forever, it became my super power. Fibro is a chronic pain condition that affects the nerves and muscles of the body, you can’t usually die from it, but you can get other life threatening conditions because it can lower your immune system. Worse case is you can end up on crutches or in a wheelchair. Many people are tired with it and lack energy, I am different, because I do things differently, as you will read from my new fibro book that is coming out soon.
  3. I saved someone’s life in 2013.
  4. I won a local business award in 2013 for my www.beatredundancyblues.co.uk website idea.
  5. I completed a 14 week pattern changing course to ensure I don’t get into an abusive long-term relationship ever again.
  6. I met HM The Queen at St James’s Palace, and spoke to her.
  7. In 2014, I discovered I am hetero-asexual in sexual orientation, not hetero-sexual, so I am attracted to guys romantically, not sexually. I want to kiss them, not have sex with them – well the right guys, I am aesthetically attracted to younger, foreign guys, in their 20s! Asexual cougar! But not found the right asexual guy in the UK yet.
  8. In 2017, Quirky Books became my own publishing imprint and my Asexual Perspectives 47 Asexual Stories, Love, Life and Sex, ACElebration of Asexual Diversity book, was published under Quirky Books, and cannot only be got through Amazon, but can be ordered through books stores and is in 6 libraries around the UK, including the British Library. My book will go down as part of English heritage and help tons of people for generations to come.
  9. This year I got to be a speaker in London at the UK Asexuality Conference, on the 8th of July. It was amazing. I was part of a relationships panel discussion and also had my own 45 minute talk with Q & A, about how to arrange an asexual meetup.
  10. I organise asexual in person meets in my city in the UK, since January 2015, and these days people come from all over the UK to them. This weekend I have another one and will be spending time with 9 asexuals on the official meetup day on Sunday 18th Nov, for a Chinese meal at Tang Shian restaurant and a 10th person will join us later for the Christmas light switching on in my city. I am meeting up with 7 of the 10, the evening before, for another meetup, and one of my asexual friends is staying in my city on Friday so I am meeting up with him and going clubbing, and him and another are staying over Sunday, so I shall see them Monday too. I love having asexual friends, happy days.

All of these 10 moments in my life have counted so much to my happiness, but there is many more I have had and many more to come, so this list is not exhaustive. Remember to make every moment count in your life, because once that moment is gone, it’s gone forever. Which reminds me that my Disneyland Paris 21st Mindset Birthday last year, was also one of the very best things to happen to me in my life, ever! So that is bonus number 11.

On the 8th of November, I also saw my furry kid daughters, which was fantastic to see them. Above are the photos I took whilst with them and I am visiting them again tomorrow, because on the 8th, they were both diagnosed with suspected ovarian cysts (Chestnut has lost some weight because of this), and both are having operations this Thursday 15th of November to remove those, so please pray they will be okay. Their hearts are strong, but it is a delicate operation for little piggies. I am really thankful the head vet who is now doing their operations, as he is experienced and the best chance they have of being okay. He was off sick and their appointment would have been tomorrow but it has been moved to Thursday so he can do it! Happy days again.

Here is a live stream I did on the 8th of Nov, of Chestnut, on my Asexualise channel.

Until next time, stay quirky and write soon

Sandra xx

What a Cutie!


Photos of Chestnut looking cute after her operation at the end of June, looking remarkably well, thank goodness xx She is my bestest friend and I love her implicitly. xx

Cute Chestnut Chestnut Guine pig Beautiful Chestnut Guinea Pig Chestnut with inquisitive beautiful look Chestnut Guinea Pig Looking Gorgeous Chestnut Guinea Pig close up

These photos say a thousands words. Have you ever seen such a beautiful baby girl! She is 4, but will always be my baby girl forever! I miss her as she lives with my parents now because Angel has diabetes and I can’t inject her but my parents can. I try not to dwell on this! Everything is meant to happen for a reason.

Until next time, embrace your quirky and write soon

Sandra xx Love from me and Chestnut (and Angel) xx

Chestnut Is Doing Great! And Happy My Dream Came True!


It has been a while since I blogged on here (about 2 weeks) and I am sorry for that. Life has been so hectic lately and I have got tons of stuff to share with you that I will be spreading over a few blog posts!

First, Chestnut had to have an operation to remove a lump from her back that was in a very awkward position as it was near to her backbone. Thankfully she came around from the anaesthetic super quickly and she stayed with me for 10 days in recovery before going back to live at my parent’s home with Angel! But for a while, she would not eat hardly any piggy mix or drink any water! She was eating lots of hay and some vegetables, although not as many as usual and I had to tempt her with different stuff. I gave her cucumber and the vet said she was not dehydrated so must have had enough water from her food. I was concerned about this and it would seem that Chestnut was missing Angel, whilst Angel was fine without Chestnut! The vet said her appetite may have also been affected by the trauma from her operation, but I think it was mostly missing Angel. She had started to eat and drink again much more about 48 hours before she went to live with my parents again. I gave her a lot of love and attention and have videos included in this post from when she was with me. I thought it would be the opposite way around, as Angel is blind and diabetic, I thought she would by moping around her cage, but glad she wasn’t. I did give my mum a cuddly toy dog to keep her company, that was almost the same colour as her own fur! Maybe that helped! Although Angel did not seem lonely or worried about Chestnut not being there, they rubbed noses my mum said when Chestnut went back into the cage. I visited them this week, on Monday July 16th, and they were eating and drinking lots and very happy together.

So the other thing that preoccupied me a lot was preparing to speak at the UK Asexuality Conference in London on 8th of July!  Which was amazing and a dream come true for me, and I will have footage of my talks from it, when it has finished being edited processed and is uploaded on my www.youtube.com/asexualisemyasexuallife channel, one video is currently processing as  am writing this!  So I had a lot to do for that in terms of my presentation and speech preparation, and I also had to create my new www.asexualiseacademy.com site which is the World’s First Online Training Centre And School For Asexuals And Asexuality, which I launched on the same day as the conference, and it took 4 days to create my first online video training course for that which is Asexuality Basics For Beginners, An Introductory To Asexuality, and is free on my www.asexualiseacademy.com site if you want to check it out and learn more about Asexuality.

I hung out with one of my Asexual friends for 3 days, who also filmed me for my channel and we got on really well so that was fabulous considering it was the first time we met in person after being friends online for over 2 years. We did Skype a few times before we met in person. I also saw another Asexual friend at the conference who had a guest speaking spot during my “How To Arrange An Asexual Meetup” talk. I arrange Asexual meetups and hold them in my City of Exeter in the UK, but people come from all over to my main meets and my next one of those I am arranging for September and we should be doing VR gaming for it! Really looking forward to that! I also saw a non-asexual best friend whilst in London too. Seeing 3 best male friends over 3 days was fab for me and thoroughly enjoyable! The 3rd day I was in London, I went with my Asexual friend – the one I was hanging out with for 3 days and who filmed for my channel, to the London Aquarium and have photos from that which I will put in a blog another post for you! So you have some exciting posts come!

Here are the videos of Chestnut:

I think Chestnut was the perfect film star! Especially as these were recorded live and she had been through a big operation not that long ago! It was a miracle she was so lively to be honest and I was very glad for that! Sorry for the distortion on these videos with both picture and words, especially the first is bad – it was live and couldn’t be helped!

Until next time, write soon

Sandra xx

 

 

 

CHESTNUT GUINEA PIG 4TH BIRTHDAY PARTY!


Chestnut Birthday

Chestnut has gone with Angel to live at my parents since Angel was diagnosed with diabetes. I miss her mountains, but as I could not inject Angel, I had to let my parents look after them both. Angel cannot be without Chestnut. Angel is also completely blind, but mum said she bunny hops (popcorns in guinea pig terms), on a regular basis! I know they are both well cared for and I still pay for their hay and take it over to them, and their insurance and play tubes, so all is not lost. I just have to move forward with my life and not think about it too much as it can get upsetting for me to be without them suddenly, especially after Chestnut has been living with me since a baby and recently had her 4th birthday – I say recently, but it was the 23rd of April – The day before mine! And yeah, a month ago tomorrow!

I got her a 4th Birthday card and a present. And I took a video of her and me as we enjoyed her birthday together! I hope you enjoy it, as much as I did filming it of my beautiful baby!

Always stay quirky and wheak lots! Ha!

Write soon

Sandra xxxxxxxx

I’m Having A LAT With My Guinea Pigs! – Angel And Chestnut Gone To Live At Mum’s – And Panic Attack!


This is a blog post I don’t want to write. I have been putting off writing it since Wednesday night, when I had to be parted from girls on what has now become a permanent basis!

It all happened so quick. On 12th of March Angel (white and caramel coloured guinea pig), was seen and treated by the vet for a skin condition. She was given mite treatment, even though no mites were found. Chestnut was also given the same as they live together. Chestnut is the Chestnut coloured one. This photo was taken on 16th of March, as you can see her eyes are fine. On 3rd of April she was diagnosed by a vet, with cataracts in both her eyes and completely blind. On 12th of April she saw the head vet and was given a blood test which indicated she has diabetes. On Monday 16th of April, she was at the vets all day for blood tests and diagnosed with diabetes. Tuesday 17th of April she went back for more blood tests so they could get her insulin medication right. By the end of that day when I went to collect her, I got told she would need two shots of insulin, 12 hours apart, one at 8am and one at 8pm. The vet proceeded to show me how to do it, and I had to grip Angel’s fur a certain way (like the scruff of the neck), and make it so that there was a cave-like shape where the needle would go. It took me about 5 attempts just to fill the needle with insulin and get the air bubbles out of the syringe. When it came to injecting her, she was making noises like she was hurting and they said I have to get it at the right angle and you may get blood going back into the needle, but don’t worry about if that happens!! And that was it!! I completely freaked out and could not do it. I have a phobia of needles and blood and to even attempt to do that was a big deal for me. After they said about the blood going back into the syringe, I just could not stop crying and could not do it. I would say I had a panic attack. They went to speak to the head vet on the phone and meanwhile I phoned my mum in a panic, explaining that I could not do it and could her and dad come over to watch how to do it and for her to look after her. As I was talking to mum, the vet came back from speaking to the head vet who said my options were to come to the vets twice a day and they do it for me, which I could not afford as I have to get a taxi each time, am currently without employed work, and the vets is at the other end of the city to where I live, but they specialise in guinea pigs, and the vets near me don’t. Or to have her put to sleep, which I did not want to do as her behaviour was perfectly normal. Despite being blind and diabetic, she was still jumping when I put clean hay in, still playing in her tube, and still eating and drinking and behaving like a normal piggy – and from that point of view, I even question whether she needs meds, but they are the experts and said she would get too sick without it. The vets were about to close for the day and would not let my parents come then, so I arranged to meet my parents at the vets at the end of the next day and they said she could miss her morning injection as they wanted to give me a break as they saw what state I was in. That night was like my last supper with the girls, I felt extremely sad and I listened to them munching their hay and knew, despite my mum saying on the phone after the vets, that it would be temporary until I could do it and that she thinks I can, that it would be permanent and they won’t be coming back.

Chestnut I miss even more because I have been with her almost 4 years of her life. I have had her since a baby and she has outlived 2 previous companions. I love her so much, she is my baby daughter and best friend and I am welling up with tears just writing this, but I had to let her go for Angel’s sake, as Angel cannot be without her. Angel I have known for less than 2 years as she is not 2 until June 17th and I love her dearly but I am more attached to Chestnut as we have been through a lot together in 4 years of my life. It is in fact Chestnut’s 4th Birthday tomorrow – the day before my birthday, and yes I will be visiting her, after I have collected more insulin needles for Angel. Even though they are staying with my mum and dad, I will still be paying for their insurance, for their hay, for their play tubes, and collecting Angel’s insulin and needles. Although my mum thought I could inject Angel, now she has come to do it herself, she realises the process is far more complicated with guinea pigs than humans. My mum is a diabetic and used to injecting herself every day, but even she has found it difficult. My dad could also see why I had problems doing it, because Angel was even making squealing noises before my mum put the needle into her. My dad has injected her and had less problems, but he is a blacksmith and seems to have the magic touch, plus with my mum holding her it is easier. My mum said today on the phone, that really it needs two people, one to hold Angel and one to inject her, and she doesn’t think I would be able to do it on my own. I already resided myself to the fact on Wednesday that she would not be coming back. I thought me and Chestnut would be together until death do us art, but this is now not the case. I miss them terribly. The last day they were here, when I got home from stocking up on piggie food, veg and hay, to give mum, Angel was stood up and leaning on the platform with her paws waiting for me to feed her some more food, like she did not even have any in her pot – but did – I miss that, I miss her. I miss her demanding me to fill her pot, when it is already full. I miss her squeaking when I eat my own food, for more food, and I miss Chestnut so very deeply too. I miss them both munching on hay which is so therapeutic to hear, and I miss their energy around me, their inspiration and motivation they gave me, and just them being there for me when I get home. I miss cleaning them out and having cuddles. I miss all of the 365 days a year when I will not see them. Yes, I will still be able to them, but realistically, it is going to be no where near many days each month. Now tears are streaming down my face, which is why I have taken my time to lead up to writing this.

I have been out with my friend and her other friend for the last two nights as they stayed in a hotel in my city and it was a pre-birthday celebration for me and a late one for her birthday, which is 12 days before mine, but she did not do much for it on the day. I had a fab time out and was dancing a lot, just coming home last night to no piggies in my flat was super tough. After this I am thinking not to get guinea pigs again or pets, as I need to be able to do anything and everything for them, and this one thing I could not do for Angel. When Cinnamon was alive, I even bathed his cut open cheek that showed the inside flesh of it, for 1o days, with salt water – even though I am squeamish, but with Angel I failed to do this one thing. My mum truly saved her life when I could not step up to the plate. Guinea pigs and pets are like a part of me and who I am. Luckily I live in a big house and my housemates who have the downstairs and first floor of the house, whose hallway I have to go through to get to my flat, have two lucky black cats with green eyes, who are house cats, so I always have pets around me in that sense, but I have a passion for piggies and specifically for my own – I love them to bits, and even though I think cats are wonderful and those ones are cute, those cats are not the same for me as having my own piggies.

So I guess for some time I wanted a Living Apart Together (LAT) relationship, with a romantic asexual guy, if I could find a suitable one. I enjoy living only own and prefer to live on my own, with the exception of guinea pigs. I don’t mind being a slave to them or married to them, but I guess now I am having an LAT with both of them, and it is the one slightly humourous thing I could take from this situation.

So there you have it, how a person’s life can change in the blink of an eye and how after 4 years I have to give up seeing something so precious every day, to help save a life! Thanks to my mum who is the true life saver who I will always be eternally grateful to, and to my dad who seems to have the magic touch. My dad isn’t always there to inject her, so my mum still takes on that responsibility as the main person to do it.

I have not been for a blood test for years for myself and once my mum had an operation and I went to see her in hospital afterwards and the nurses were more worried about me and the pale white colour I was going. They asked me if I wanted to go out and sit in the corridor for a bit. I had a similar situation with a friend years ago and the whole room went grey and I nearly passed out – it was the sight of a bit of blood that did it. Yeah, I know it is good to face your fears and overcome them, but I have not got time and months to practise that bit by bit, I have been like it for years, and I had to make a quick decision by Angel, as it was a life or death situation that the vet had told me I was in. I have since got a needle to try just to hold it its wrapper and even that feels horrific. I managed to hold it for Angel as I was thinking of her and trying to do that for her.

My life is not where I want it to be right now financially or career wise, so I need to focus on that more, and I guess this is one way I can do that, once I have more emotionally healed and come to terms with the situation, it will become easier. My mum is giving me some money to go out on my birthday and the next day. In fact she already gave me some so I can plan ahead. I will continue to celebrate my birthday no matter what and plan to go to the aquarium in Plymouth for the day and eat in Nandos, and then see my parents and my girls. The next day I shall be going to Brean Leisure park. So yes, I am still getting on with life, still feeling happy to be alive, still believing everything happens for a reason, and still having lots of happy times. In fact I am off to the cinema for another pre-birthday celebration very soon, although this one is on me. And I bought myself a gift today in the city for my birthday and it is lovely; I can’t wait to give it to myself. My friend bought me a bag for my birthday and there is a present inside it and her friend also bought me some Nivea shower gels which was so sweet of her and incidentally happens to be the only brand I can use on my skin.

Until next time, keep being quirky you, and write soon

Sandra xx

 

Piggy Power! Chestnut and Angel! And I was shocked As Angel Is Now Blind!


Chestnut Guinea Pig

I thought it had been a while since you saw my girls so here we are! Chestnut is the brown one and Angel is the white and caramel one. They are both my angels though and I love them to bits. These photos were taken last month, the day after they were bathed – 16th of March. It is the very last photo taken when Angel will be able to see out of her eyes, as now she is completely blind.

They were having treatment for mites at the time, and I was shampooing them a few days after their first lot of treatment at the vets. Although no mites had been found, the vet did see the white flaky skin, like dandruff, that was on Angel’s back, and agreed that was a sign of mites so gave me some medication for it, which I had to drop onto both of their skin the following week. Otherwise, they were, (and are), happy and healthy. They were still jumping around in-between scratches. Angel did start to thrash her head from side-to-side at one point, and she did not seem to be biting at the same time, so I was worried about this. The vet said so long as she does not do that after the mites have gone, she should be fine and it will have been the mites, otherwise it could be a brain issue. Her eyes, heart and teeth, were all checked and fine. Strong heartbeat, which is good. I decided to be positive about this, as I think it was the mites, and I hope not to see her doing that again and that she will be okay in this respect, she is only 1 year and 10 months old. Guinea pigs, naturally do a thing called popcorning when they are happy, and they can twitch and do the most weirdest of movements with their body, but this was different as far as I could tell, and when I said “Angel, what you doing?” She stopped doing it. Here is a video of another person’s guinea pig popcorning and you will see what I mean about weird movements.

And if you want to see more piggy power, check out this amazing video from another guinea pig lover.

I started to write this post before she had her last trip to the vets on 3rd of April, so have updated it before posting. I had notice on Saturday 24th of March, that her eyes had started to become a bit cloudy when my mum had asked how my girls were doing. I thought maybe it was just the light in my room and the reflection of light into it. 6 days later and it was clear that her eyes were not right and I Googled it and it said there could be an infection. However, as she was jumping around her cage, playing and eating and drinking fine, and in no pain and had no eye discharge, it was like there was nothing wrong with her, because her behaviour meant there was nothing wrong. She even jumped up on my arm as usual to take her out for cleaning, so there appeared to be no sight issue. I seemed more concerned than she did.

On Saturday 31st of March, I made an appointment to see the vet on Tuesday 3rd of March, after the Easter weekend. They saw no urgency, as her behaviour was normal. My mum and dad offered to take me and my mum kindly paid for the check-up and treatment as I am currently unemployed from an employed job (still redundant). She was still scratching which was a worry. (The vet was not the usual head vet, as he was away on vacation and she has a further check-up with the head vet very soon, on Thursday 12th of April.) He examined her eyes in a dark room and declared she has cataracts in both eyes and is stone blind. She cannot see anything. I was in shock, my heart heavy and sank to my stomach. It hurt me more than her I think. She is still behaving like there is nothing much wrong with her, which I am very grateful and thankful for. And now I praise her on her beautiful pearl eyes. They take some getting use to as they are like bright white marbles. They don’t operate on cataracts in guinea pigs I was told. I feel upset that my baby girl is less than 2 years old and will never see me with her eyes again. I love her so much and feel like a furry mother in agony. In fact I am shedding tears as I write this to you, but better out than in. People around me, don’t show much emotion sometimes and I am an emotional person, I need to let it out, to feel better. She has finally stopped scratching, as the vet gave her some more mite treatment, after her cataracts diagnosis. Fingers crossed when she sees the head vet on Thursday this week. She is currently munching food as usual.

Until next time, stay quirky and write soon

Sandra xx

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