Post by tinytippytoes on Dec 11, 2010 21:19:03 GMT -5
I remember poor Porthos. He'd never known anything but a cage, a tiny hamster cage, no room for a litter box, no hammies, no blankies. That was his living space for the first 18 months of his life. His owner (I use the term lightly, his abuser) was biten when he was a kit, the first couple of weeks that she had him. She locked him in that tiny cage until she dumped him off at a ferret meet and greet. He was more dead than alive, skin and bones, covered in fleas and sores. He was a horrible biter, he'd bite and then grind his teeth, he wouldn't let go. He had hip and spinal injuries that the vet figured was caused by his person throwing him against a wall or the floor. I guess he figured that if he hung on, then he wouldn't hit a wall . The rescue I was working with cleaned him up and then I brought him home and let him out...he had the whole house to run in. He went berserk. Eight hours later I was calling the rescue admin to find out what to do about him. I was afraid the little fellow would have a heart attack. I'd never seen anything like it. I finally caught him up in a blanket and put him in a cage, he never even made it in the hammy, entirely.....fell asleep with his bum hanging out. He was like that every day for about two weeks....then he realized he didn't have to live his whole life in the hours that he was out of the cage, he could sleep and relax and when he woke up, he wasn't back in that horrible cage.
ciao
That is so heartbreaking and such a warm story in the end. Some people not only not have any pets but should experenice the pleasure of being caged in a small bathroom . I'll flush the key in the tiolet.