I’m going to talk about something that I normally never talk about and usually try to avoid. I’m sure that Tiggerprr will write this one down in her books. But Muse wrote a post the other day about their sick kittehs, and that got me to thinking about very own Precious.
So here’s the scenario, we have to bring Precious to her annual exam. They find out that she’s got some teeth to pull out because they’re just in seriously bad shape. Meesh sounded so very bad and like a horrible mom when she called me they had to do that. Of course, we all know that she’s not. They ended up pulling 3 teeth, the two back on the bottom and one on top. Wow, I don’t know about you, but when I got my wisdom teeth pulled out, it sucked, and this is definitely comparable.
The vet sent her home with some antibiotics and pain meds. Both are orally injected fluid, so it’s supposed to be “easy”. Well, the two of us are trying to give Precious her meds (twice per day) and well, if you can find her, that makes it a lot easier. Precious is now wary of us at all, and is just about ready to dart off. I’ll be happy when we’re done and the only reason we’re calling after Precious is to hug her or hold her, and not to give her medicine.
Poor Meesh, she’s totally stressed out about it, and I’m stressed out about it because she’s stressed out about it.