I have been allergic to most creatures for as long as I can remember, and at the same time I have had pets for as long as I can remember. Growing up there was always budgies chirping, puppies barking and guinea pigs squealing- the fish were mostly silent. So even though I am allergic to feathers and fur a pet-lover nonetheless defines a key component of who I am. So while scratching my head trying to figure out what to share with you guys this wintery day I decided to introduce you to one of my fur babies, Mr. Darcy.
Mr. Darcy found me when I was in Grade 11, in 2011. I was scrolling aimlessly through kijiji at my kitchen table when I came across and advertisement for a baby guinea pig. From the moment I saw that add I knew I was absolutely doomed. I got my mom and showed her the add and low and behold by that evening I had a baby guinea pig barely the size of my palm cupped in my hands.
Though Mr. Darcy didn't come from the humane society he was most certainly a rescue. The people whom I bought him from lived in a poorer neighbourhood and had bought two female guinea pigs at the pet store only to realize later that one of them was pregnant. The lady who handed them to me told my mother and I she couldn't afford to feed them all and thus Mr. Darcy was rescued and adopted.
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