When Toby went to the Stabby Place last week, I didn't laugh at him. Really, I swear. But I might have been.. ohhh, maybe the teeniest bit - smug that it wasn't me.
Yeah, about that.
I had to go Friday night myself. Icky ear infection. Mom could tell they weren't feeling well,
and even though *I* think they would have been fine WITHOUT this intrusion on my dignity, as well as my right to NOT go, I was whisked off for a good ear cleaning and medicating.
At least I won one small victory - Mom can't medicate me at home, so they had to do it there.
I mean.. this WAS a victory... right ?
PS: Mom was a bit terrified to ask about my teeth but though I do need a dental, I don't have lesions and currently, from a visual exam, it doesn't look complicated. Though only Xrays will tell the true tail.
This is my first post-dental portrait for our bloggie.
You know, when I first came home last Friday, it was kind of great. Mom was all about ME. She watched over me anxiously, making sure I didn't fall off furniture, that I ate, and snuggled with me, stuff like that. Lots of snuggles. I wasn't really good at that yet, but I did my best.
Every tiny meow I made, she was right there to make sure I was ok.
I was the KING!
And now? 4 days later?
That same woman keeps telling me I have a chicken leg!
Mom was watching me make biscuits this morning. She gets such a kick out of my tiny paws at work, so I made a few extra just for her. Got to keep the pawrents happy.
I was all alone most of Friday. Mom and I discussed that, and we decided that I wasn't all that happy being alone for so long. I mean, it is nice to have some alone time, but it was maybe a few too many hours.
Mom was also very surprised that I didn't flip out when Toby came home, smelling all funky. I kind of didn't know what to do with him, but I was a good girl about it all.
Speaking of, he's doing pretty well. Sounds like himself now; his voice got very odd, fur sure. Sounded like a motoboat. Or so she says, I wouldn't know, myself. Her biggest challenge now is getting him his meds without handling his mouth too much; he lost the other bottom canine so that's tricky.
We didn't post a face pic last week because the night he came home, he just looked absolutely pitiful. All swollen and wonky and hazy-eyed, that bottom lip sticking out. So he was spared that indignity. Mom may never recover though.
Another PetSmart tidbit. I was there yesterday in line, right behind a man with a large mixed breed. About 80 lbs, and I'd say it was a mastiff mix, but that's just a guess. And unfixed - and it showed. He was extremely aggressive with every dog he saw, which was mostly tiny dogs (a tragedy in the making). The man couldn't really control him either. The dog had something wrapped around his muzzle but I guarantee he could have broken that if he wanted to. I actually backed up to make sure that dog didn't touch ME when he was moving around - I didn't want him to think I was a threat.
Rare to see a dog that openly aggressive at the pet store. People, FIX YOUR FURRY ONES. We do NOT need that dog breeding.
I admit, I'm not really in a sociable mood right now.
Why? I just got home from the Stabby Place and....
1. They stole my furs.
2. They stole my blood.
3. They stole my TEETH. 4 of them! I want them back.
Mom says they had to go, but they were MY teeth. I don't get a meow in this??
I suppose it's some small comfort that they at least gave me this proper mancatly bandage.
I guess I'm ok, but I feel awfully weird, can't really walk properly - Mom says that's the pain meds, they make me a bit drunk - and I can't meow properly yet. Apparently I got some tube shoved down my throat that makes me sound not like myself right now.
I'm going back to sleep. Happy Caturday - and furriends, trust me when I say, keep a CLOSE eye on your pawrents.
Mom: We're progressing as I was told to expect.
I called back about the bloodwork and was told that everything was actually good,
including his kidneys. He's even trying to be affectionate, just not really coordinated at it right now. Oh, and he's recovered enough already to want to take over Leia's food plate too.
Toby is out of surgery and recovering. He wouldn't want you to know this, but they put the Cone of Shame on him to keep him from scratching at his cheeks. At least he doesn't have to wear it home.
The Xrays showed more extensive damage than hoped for. He lost several teeth, including two of the three canines he went in with. He only has one upper tooth left in front. Poor old guy will look like a pro hockey player now. Another tooth was fractured. He will be on pain meds and antibiotics for 7 days. I'm told this isn't the staggering around the house kind of pain meds.
So far that's all I know. I REALLY hope nothing showed up on his bloodwork, this is all quite enough to deal with. I pick him tonight around 5:30 pm. I suspect he will be QUITE ready to come home.
Thank you all for your purrayers and good thoughts for him.
Tomorrow at about 7 am, I will drop Tobias off for his procedure. I still haven't told him. I'm very grateful that they have early hours (they are actually 24/7).
Tonight I called the vet to ask they be very aware of his high stress level while he's there, and can they pretty please schedule him first so he can be sedated quickly? I was told the dr. doing surgeries tomorrow prefers to do them in the morning, so that's encouraging. I'm not exaggerating his stress level, he has been through so many trips and procedures at this point, he gets extremely upset just being there.
I'm trying very hard to keep myself calm, but this isn't easy. I never leave them unless it's absolutely required. Which of course it will be this time.
Anyway, we will post a quick update tomorrow evening. And then I'll let Tobers have his meow about all this.