Every time I pat Princess Piggy Poo’s back, I’m reminded of her woman-made flaw. It irks me that a human altered my perfect guinea pig forever. And, that I paid good money for this defacement that happened at the hands of the veterinarian I hired to cure Princess Piggy Poo’s bladder stones.
Princess Piggy Poo didn’t wince when it happened. Although, I was mortified watching the vet take scissors to Princess Piggy Poo’s non-anesthesia-ized skin. The vet doing the cutting blamed the scab that she was eviscerating on the shots the previous non-cavy doctor prescribed to treat Princess Piggy Poo’s bladder stones. The crusty coating at the injection site was a side effect of the medicine.
It was an innocent question to the cavy specialist that inspired the hatchet job. All I asked was if I should put Neosporin® on the scab. A second later Princess Piggy Poo had a bald spot. The vet then moved some fur over the pink skin and declared, “Comb over.” I was perturbed at the time, but now, nearly a year later, the hair hasn’t grown back and I’m livid that she marred my guinea pig.
While it’s true that Princess Piggy Poo’s flaw isn’t visible to anyone, I know it’s there. A reminder that, even if you live a safe, careful and pampered life, things can still get a little ugly.