I did not bring Mr. D home last night because he was still high as a kite when I got to the vet at 6:00. Turns out surgery did not last 1 hour, but 3 hours because he has a broken jaw.
I knew something serious had happened when I heard that crash in the basement.
Anyway, I am picking him up this afternoon. He cannot have his jaw immobilized because he doesn't have any teeth left to attach any dental equipment to, so it will have to slowly heal on its own. This is truly nutty. He will be on soft food for quite a while, but, knowing his feisty nature, I expect him to be acting normal, if not feeling normal, pretty quickly.
No vacation for me this year. I is a poor girl.
1 comment:
Ouch! Poor guy.
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