A Bit About The Little One

10 years ago on my birthday (mid May), I bought a little Guinea Pig from a pet shop further away from Camberwell. It was a selfish act. People around me were becoming parents at the time and because I felt left out, I chose to keep a Guinea Pig instead. He was a lovely piggy. He would squeak and squeak when he heard us coming up the stairs. He wouldn't do that for other residents in the building. In fact, he used to 'brrrr...' at a few individuals. In Guinea Pig language, when he/she does the 'brrr...' or drum roll, he/she is usually not impressed with something or someone. The super pampered piggy went to heaven today 5 years ago. It was just months before the Beijing Olympics. I regret that I didn't take the piggy to the vet in time. I really believed that he was going to be OK. I have been told that I am not a very trusting person but I think that I gambled away my little Guinea Pig's life by trusting a very important person in my life at the time. I really thought that I was over-reacting and that the piggy was actually fine even though everything else was telling me that things are not too good.
 
I told my Mum that I wish to keep a pet again but I can't bring myself to do it while I am still here in Kota Kinabalu. I would love a little Westie, Scotty, a big Maine Coon or even a mini Chinchilla (think Totoro) but I can't keep any of them for fear they might end up as road kill or worst, served up for someone's dinner! I also can't keep a pet now because I don't know any good local vets. Some animals may not like living in this hot, sticky weather either and I can't afford to provide airconditioning all day everyday.