A couple weeks ago we took Ivan and Katrina to the vet for their regular checkup and shots, and learned that Ivan had a bad tooth or two that needed to come out. Poor boy. He wasn’t really acting like he was in pain, though it did kind of explain why he seemed to prefer his wet food to the dry food (he would still eat the dry stuff, though). So we made an appointment for him to get the tooth pulled.
Ever since we got home from the vet that day, he had a really bad case of goop-eye (which is the non-scientific term we use when the cats get conjunctivitis). He gets like this sometimes when he’s stressed out, and it always gets better in a day or so. But this time, it was just not getting any better. And if he thought his quick trip to the vet was stressful, he was about to get really stressed out when it was time for his dental appointment!
This morning was finally time to drop him off for his tooth extraction. I took him to the vet when they opened this morning, and they explained what they were going to do: preliminary bloodwork, then the tooth extraction, followed by some IV fluids (due to his history of kidney problems). And they would take a look at the goop-eyes.
They called me in the early afternoon to say he was just waking up, he did great, and we could pick him up after 4 PM. So when GG got home from work, we headed over to pick him up. Poor boy’s eyes were so goopy, I said it looked like he’d been punched in the face! We got some ointment to put on his eyes twice a day for the next ten days – that’ll be enjoyable. His bloodwork was all perfectly fine, and they said the levels of his kidney stuff were exactly in the middle of where they should be, so that was good to hear.
When we got him home, we opened the cat carrier, and he came stumbling out. He could barely walk! It was sad but kind of hilarious. He did eat some wet food (with extra water mixed in), and has spent the rest of the night stumbling around, following me around the house, and snuggling. He bumped his way all the way upstairs, and followed me all the way back down! He’s currently snuggled up next to me, which is all he’s wanted to do all night (except for the part where he fell asleep on the bathroom rug for a while to rest up before following me back downstairs; or the part where he used the litter box, apparently peed on his foot, and then regained strength by taking a rest on the floor next to the box).
My poor, poor boy… At least his eyes are looking a little better. And as I tried to keep telling him, now his teeth won’t hurt him anymore.