Yesterday, sweet Mollie cat went in for dental surgery. I am not good at that sort of thing. I took her food away at midnight as instructed. When I did my potty run at 3 a.m., she was all chipper and wondering where her food dish was. I had to tell her that there wouldn’t be any.
She’s 11 which means she has to get blood tests (just like people) prior to surgery. Off she went for an 8 a.m. appointment. Bloodwork first, then if all was well, surgery. The staff called when she woke up. Two teeth were pulled. They were loose and most likely giving her a toothache.
When Hazel saw Mollie go into the carrier, she skedaddled leaving a half-full dish of cat food. I don’t think she ever abandoned food before. Usually when I take Mollie, I take Hazel too. They get their annuals together. Don’t tell me cats aren’t smart. (Hazel is getting a dental procedure at the end of January! Wait until I scoop her up for the carrier!)
My cats have great health care. Better care than many people. I’m grateful that they don’t need braces or a college fund (or winter coats or boots!).
A few years back my friend’s dog died after a surgery that wasn’t expected to be life threatening. That incident took away my confidence. Now I worry. Even over dental procedures.
Mollie wasn’t good when I picked her. At first I thought she was walking like a drunken sailor from the anesthesia. For the first hour she lie prone on her side without moving. Not even her eyes. I had to keep touching her to hear a heartbeat. (I needed to touch myself to make sure I was alive!) Cats aren’t like dogs. They prefer to hide when they are sick.
The vet said to watch for seizures. So I kept checking. When I wasn’t checking I was worrying. It wasn’t a great night for either one of us.
It made me think about pet ownership. I have friends my age (let’s say the 60s) who have given up pet ownership completely when they lost their pet and other friends who have embraced it, replacing furry friends that died. Is the decision physically or emotionally based? I don’t mind the physical work near as much as the worry.
I’ve had a heavy dose of “furry worry” this year. The “feel good” part is still greater even when I’m dosing myself with Mylanta. The ownership decision has many components but I just can’t imagine not having a pet.