But this time, Dr. Curtis batted his blue eyes at me and added that Saki had a ginormous cavity in there and needed to have the tooth pulled. Oy. Coincidentally this was the same time NormaDesmond and Designing Wally were both suffering through dental crises and their pitiful cries were still echoing in my pointy little head as I thought about Saki putting up with a toothache for who knows how long. So I gave the go ahead Thursday.
It's been a rough couple of days for both of us.
|Some other guy.
When I picked him up after the procedure, I noticed a huge handwritten "CAUTION!!!" on his chart.
"What's that?" I asked.
"Oh, he was not happy about this," the receptionist assured me airily.
I had no trouble translating that "Who did he bite?"
When we got home he was growling and crazy, and I could barely get him to settle down long enough to take the stupid little plastic cone collar off. I was going to take a picture, because I am a bad person, but it was already traumatic.
The vet also sent home some pain medicine that I'm supposed to shoot from a syringe onto his gums, but the two times I tried that only got him more freaked out and didn't seem to help, and now he seems to be recovered so I'm thinking of using the leftovers on myself or shipping them off to Norma and her dry socket. Cause I'm a giver.