Princess Piggy Poo has seen better weeks but she can’t argue with the results of her daily injections. I’m happy to report that my cavy is cured. There have been no signs of ill health, physically or temperamentally. Hopefully, the days to follow will all be healthy, happy ones for Princess Piggy Poo.
Nursing a guinea pig back to good health, while gratifying, is also challenging. The first injection I delivered was deceptively simple. I didn’t count on Princess Piggy Poo figuring out that every day at high noon there would be a shoot out. The second injection was preceded by unfortunate squeaks, not pleasant but tolerable. The rest of the week; however, brought wretched, pleading screams that I had to ignore while squeezing the furry skin near her shoulder blades, sliding the needle all the way in and pushing the medicine into her little body.
Having Princess Piggy Poo good as new was worth every cent of the $262.01 to take her to the vet, get an X-ray and purchase the drugs that I administered by needle six times. When you have a pet, you should love it enough to take care of it. Many of my pet advocate friends share links to horror stories about how people abuse their animals. If you can’t afford to, or don’t have the capacity to take care of a pet, you shouldn’t have one. And, if you think that spending a couple hundred bucks on a rodent is ridiculous, then you just don’t get that even the smallest creature deserves to be treated as a beloved member of your family.