Alvin was one of a pair of boys I took in from Oshawa I was told by a go-between that the boys were 1 year old, healthy and friendly....could I find them a home? So I did, I found a good adopter and then all of a sudden the go-between (who I discovered has been lying to me for years) messages me saying one of the boys is REALLY sick...sigh. So we arrange that a friend of hers already travelling to Toronto on the GO bus would bring them as well.
I left work (telling them i was meeting someone for lunch) and went down to Union. They were in a box, they smelt terrible and were both really sick.
I took them back to work and then home at the end of the day.
Alvin was the huuuge brother whose illness was never mentioned, his lungs to me ended up sounding much worse than his sick brother Theo. They were not friendly, 1 year old and healthy, they were sick, unsocialized, and probably 16 months or more.
Alvin was 782 grams on arrival and Theo was 458 grams. This evened out a lot in time.
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Once Alvin and Theo felt better, they started being very difficult to handle.
Theo would threaten to bite, and Alvin would freeze and roll away from your hand, also threatening to bite if you pushed it too far. They screamed when picked up...but in time improved enough that they could come out, and be picked up and put back in without screaming.
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Then little Theo started becoming quite aggressive to his brother, and acting hormonal out of the cage. I put them on the Neuter List, but by the time their dates rolled around both had a URI again...sigh. I put them in the top of an FN by themselves and everything seemed to settle again and they were both happier and friendlier with me...they were also started to mellow with time as well.
Alvin started to get quite cuddly, and when his brother would get too feisty, he would run to me and happily sit in my lap while I worked on the computer and patted him.
I was shocked one day, coming home to find him gone suddenly. His URI had finally cleared and it hadn't been a bad one. The way I found him shocked me the most though. I assume he was slithering out of his bunkbed hammock, and had a stroke or heart attack and was gone instantly. He fell onto the top of his head and stayed there, partly in his hammock, partly resting on his head on the shelf...my poor Alvin how undignified.
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