Calamity went. She's 7 years old now and had not had a dental checkup. She ended up having mild tartar and two teeth removed, along with a rabies update, since she had previously had only one rabies vaccination.
Honey has been losing weight. She would restlessly walk, around and around, look at food, mouth it, but not eat much. Something was terribly wrong! She'd had a dental about a year ago, one tooth pulled, so I was not thinking she'd have a mouth full of bad teeth. I hoped she didn't have cancer of the mouth or digestive tract or some other horrible disease. I tried to catch her for two earlier trips to the clinic but had failed.
Yesterday she went. I had a consult with the vet and we agreed on a plan. If after she knocked her out and looked in her mouth, and saw no obvious problems, she would call me and we would figure a plan of diagnostics.
No call ever came. Honey did have a mouth full of bad teeth. The vet pulled 19 in all. Means at most she has ten teeth left, since cats have 30 teeth. She also got a convenia injection, a steroid injection, a pain injection and droncit.
Because of restless sleep the night before, I was tired. Besides it rained off and on. I drove to the south jetty parking lot, which isn't that far from the clinic.
Once there, I spread out my sleeping bag in the back of the car and napped.
I also took a short walk in the dunes to the south of the jetty.
I encountered elk again, near the wetlands. They are common in the area.
|Artsy Fartsy Elk|
I was so tired and my back hurting so bad by then I pulled into the rest area with Calamity and Honey in traps, starting to be wakeful from anesthesia daze, and napped beside them for an hour.
I arrived home about 9:30 p.m. I was exhausted but very happy Honey had bad teeth and not cancer. You can pull bad teeth, which is what happened with her. I am grateful to the clinic and very very happy for Honey.
Thank you to all the wonderful people who donated so I could get Honey the care she needed and Calamity got her dental cleaning and updates on shots and worming also.
Calamity was born a few blocks from here, in a neighborhood with too many cats. A developmentally disabled woman cared for her and somehow found me, and together we got them all fixed and whomever we could, into homes. Calamity's sisters, who were Siamese, got homes, but she never did.
Honey came from a homeless camp in Corvallis. I got 52 cats and kittens fixed in that one camp, and eventually removed most of them. I adopted Honey out once, but after two months, she was returned. Too lonely, the young woman said. When she put Honey down, she was so happy to be "home" she ran in circles then rushed to touch noses with all her friends here. This scene of her overjoyed reaction to coming home, after a failed adoption, to her family and friends, completely overwhelmed and astonished me. Cats form extremely close bonds with other cats and their home. So Honey stays here, her home, and we love her.
|Honey, on left, with Brambles|
|Honey gets a bath from Fat Oci|