OK, I've been going back and forth for so long about asking/talking to you guys about this, but I do want some feedback.
Way back in the day when I got Andey, he was my ENTIRE life. I had my own apartment, and when I was home, he had free run of the place, except the kitchen and the bedroom. I had him trained where I could sit next to his cage, call his name and shake his little baggie of cheerios, and he would come running from wherever he was in the apartment, jump into his cage and hold his paw out for his treat. He used to sleep, laying completely on his side right next to me when I was laying in bed or on the couch watching T.V.
Then, some things happened, and I had to move in with my parents. Things still stayed the same, but he just had my room to run around now.
Then things got kind of difficult at my parent's house with my younger brothers, doing drugs and doing illegal gang stuff, so I moved in with my boyfriend, with all intentions of taking Andey with, then my boyfriend lost his job and we had to move into his parent's house.
Well, his parents won't allow Andey in their house, so Andey has been housed in my parents basement for a good 4-5 years now.
I work full time, and had a spinal fusion last year, which has made my back so bad, I can barely do anything. I barely sleep, and it's just crazy.
Ugh, this is so hard to talk about, every time I go to my parent's house I cry when I see him, it breaks my heart. Because I love him so much, and I think about how it used to be, and how it must make him feel. I know he is smart and very intelligent, no matter if he is a rodent or not.
It is cool in the basement, so that is why he is there, and a light is always kept on for him, so he isn't in darkness. However, there is no where and basically no one to take him out of his cage. So, seriously, he has been in his cage the entire time.
My mom takes him out occasionally and holds him, and she goes down there every day and scratches him and feeds him and gives him a little bite of a treat or something.
But when I go to put my hand in his cage, he runs away, barks and stands up like he wants to fight me or something. I mean, sometimes he lets me pick him up, but he isn't happy about it. I mean, it has totally made him more like a "feral" animal, compared to what he was before. Man, I had him trained like a dog! I would put my arm in his cage, and he would climb right up it!
He has a very large cage, at least 5 feet tall with lots of shelves and perches and ledges and toys, and wood and a snuggly toy, but do any of you have chins that stay in their cages at all times?
Am I being cruel having him in these living situations?
I keep praying that my boyfriend will get a job so we can get our own place, and I can finally bring my baby home with me, and try to get him to the point and place we were before, but I can't help thinking I am doing something very wrong.
The thought of giving him up kills me, and my mom would be so upset, because she loves him too, he's so wonderful, but my father is fully disabled now with a rare neurological disease, and my mom works full time, and has been diagnosed with severe RA.
I just want some honest opinions here, and if anyone else keeps their chins in their cages at all times.
Way back in the day when I got Andey, he was my ENTIRE life. I had my own apartment, and when I was home, he had free run of the place, except the kitchen and the bedroom. I had him trained where I could sit next to his cage, call his name and shake his little baggie of cheerios, and he would come running from wherever he was in the apartment, jump into his cage and hold his paw out for his treat. He used to sleep, laying completely on his side right next to me when I was laying in bed or on the couch watching T.V.
Then, some things happened, and I had to move in with my parents. Things still stayed the same, but he just had my room to run around now.
Then things got kind of difficult at my parent's house with my younger brothers, doing drugs and doing illegal gang stuff, so I moved in with my boyfriend, with all intentions of taking Andey with, then my boyfriend lost his job and we had to move into his parent's house.
Well, his parents won't allow Andey in their house, so Andey has been housed in my parents basement for a good 4-5 years now.
I work full time, and had a spinal fusion last year, which has made my back so bad, I can barely do anything. I barely sleep, and it's just crazy.
Ugh, this is so hard to talk about, every time I go to my parent's house I cry when I see him, it breaks my heart. Because I love him so much, and I think about how it used to be, and how it must make him feel. I know he is smart and very intelligent, no matter if he is a rodent or not.
It is cool in the basement, so that is why he is there, and a light is always kept on for him, so he isn't in darkness. However, there is no where and basically no one to take him out of his cage. So, seriously, he has been in his cage the entire time.
My mom takes him out occasionally and holds him, and she goes down there every day and scratches him and feeds him and gives him a little bite of a treat or something.
But when I go to put my hand in his cage, he runs away, barks and stands up like he wants to fight me or something. I mean, sometimes he lets me pick him up, but he isn't happy about it. I mean, it has totally made him more like a "feral" animal, compared to what he was before. Man, I had him trained like a dog! I would put my arm in his cage, and he would climb right up it!
He has a very large cage, at least 5 feet tall with lots of shelves and perches and ledges and toys, and wood and a snuggly toy, but do any of you have chins that stay in their cages at all times?
Am I being cruel having him in these living situations?
I keep praying that my boyfriend will get a job so we can get our own place, and I can finally bring my baby home with me, and try to get him to the point and place we were before, but I can't help thinking I am doing something very wrong.
The thought of giving him up kills me, and my mom would be so upset, because she loves him too, he's so wonderful, but my father is fully disabled now with a rare neurological disease, and my mom works full time, and has been diagnosed with severe RA.
I just want some honest opinions here, and if anyone else keeps their chins in their cages at all times.