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Long Live Right Fang

Filed under Uncategorized by at 11:08 pm on Jan 21 2009

So I was pilling the cat with Jack tonight (Baytril, for his respiratory infection) and it was all stressful, like it usually is. After we got the pill down, which he spit out three times, he wandered over to the food bowl, pulled at his face, freaked out, and dropped a tooth, root and all, on the floor. My thoughts:

  1. OH GOD I am a terrible kitty mom I shoved his tooth out while pilling him!
  2. OH GOD I am a terrible kitty mom his tooth was in terrible shape! What if they all fall out and it’s all my fault!
  3. OH GOD why is he … eating?

So like two minutes after he dropped his toof on the floor he was playing and we gave him some soft food and he gulped it all down and now he’s taking a nice little nap on the couch between us. So I guess… that the tooth was primarily a terrible burden?

I am not taking this lightly… I am still mainly freaked out and I called the emergency vet and they said to wait until the morning and of course we will take him right in in the morning and they will check him all out. But on top of all that I am sad because I’ll never look at him and see that lopsided smile again. See, he used to have 1.5 fangs – the one on the left was broken when we got him. Now he has… .5 and we can’t see any fangs. I can’t believe this. If you look closely you can see where it was…

But more than anything I hope the vet says the rest of his teeth are OK.

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