Two weeks ago, a chinchilla came into the Room.
He'd been left in his cage, on a street corner. The cage was bare except for a few shelves and, inexplicably, a little bowl of birdseed. The chinchilla sat on bare wire, looking half-dead. It was over 40 degrees outside with the Humidex, and chinchillas have extremely low tolerance for heat. There was a water bottle in the cage, mostly empty, which was at the top level. He would have had to climb up three shelves to get to it, and by the time he arrived at TAS, he was too weak to reach it.
The next time I saw him, he was a different chinchilla.
Chinchillas take forever to get adopted, because they have such specialized needs and long life spans. We're trying to contact rescues in order to get Nigel into a foster home, but for now he sits in the back room at the shelter, getting spoiled by the staff.