The Vet. Again. I thought it would help to space their appointments a couple of weeks apart. All it did was make me stress and worry about it for two weeks. It’s finally here, tomorrow at 4:30. It has been in the back of my mind, making me snappy and frazzled much more than I expected.
I’m hoping that Cupid won’t need to get a dental, and that instead, I will be able to just work on removing the small amount of plaque build-up myself, and give him antibiotics if he needs them.
If he’s in pain, I want his teeth cleaned, period. It seems like his gums are bothering him. There is a hint of red. He has sensitive gums and the other Vet told me that some cats are just like that. Other Sphynx-lovers have said that Sphynxes are prone to having bad teeth. I can’t really say if I agree because I’ve never been the caretaker of any other breed. I don’t want to believe that is true because it almost means a lifetime of dentals and/or sore gums regardless of what I do. Is Cupid going to be in discomfort every six months from now on?!
Hopefully the special dental spray I got the other day will work as claimed. The lady I used to get their raw food additives from recommended it, and she is someone I consider a source of valuable knowledge regarding feline health!
Oh, Cupid. I don’t want to do this. I am hoping he’s doesn’t throw a hissy fit at this new office. I miss the days of him being docile and sweet, not even flinching when getting injections! I miss the pride I felt even though I had nothing to do with it, and the awe of the Vet’s faces when he was so well-behaved and amazing.
I’m just rambling to keep my mind occupied, and to vent my frustration and worry. I doubt anyone has read this far. Skimming doesn’t count! I should start throwing in random “CLICK HERE FOR BOOBIES” and “CLICK HERE FOR FREE PRADA” to get your attention. Actually, sometimes I wish I could just vent in private. I mean, WANT to vent in private. It just doesn’t help to know that no one will ever see what I typed. If that worked, I would just sit here and talk to myself or write in a journal. I’m a talkative person, and that’s how I cope, express, learn, and…
Well, Cupid’s taking over my desk now.
