Actually, Bob went to the vet and got his teeth cleaned…and one pulled.
I was happy to hear that all went well. Bob is 15ish. He has been my cat for 12 years and in those 12 years had never had any surgery or anesthetic. Age and the diabetes added extra risk. But the teeth needed to be cleaned and the bad one pulled so we just did it.
I am told that Bob woke up raring to go and quite vocal especially when one of the two clinic cats walked near. He had words with the veterinary tech that took care of him also. When Julie asked if there was any special technique to getting him in his carrier, I told her: “Yes, open the door.” Getting him in the carrier to go TO the vet requires some quick action on my part but he scoots in it without hesitation to come home.
He was a little unsteady when we got home but able to get a drink, use his box AND go up to see if there was any food in his bowl.
Then he went to bed.
A tough day for sweet old Bob, but it is over. I have to get 14 doses of antibiotics and 8 doses of pain medication in him over the next week so I’m saving risking my fingers for those must dos. Maybe in a few days he’ll be ready to show off his pearly whites voluntarily.
