Gums up

Due to a recent visit to vets for TWO injections, I have now lost THREE teeth but the rest are gleaming pearlies.

Vet spotted my teeth were causing me problems - genetic condition NOT my fault - tried to explain it didn't stop me eating, demonstrated. In fact laterally, have gained weight, as had lost an lb or two due to Scarlett's constant mewing and hussling for anything she can stuff in her teeny, little chops.

Was woken yesterday morning, offered no breakfast, bundled into Basket of Death, presented at vets AGAIN only to discover I wasn't going home with her. The vet carried me off under her arm and I tried in vain to reach out a paw for Her to grab me back, take me home... Placed in wire cage, arm shaved, blood taken, suddenly passed out. Awoke dribbling, with a thick lip and rather pleasant floaty feeling.

Eventually She collected me and have to confess was rather pleased to see her. Ensured I had extra rations/chin strokes/poll position on bed/bowl of milk/Scarlett ejected. Haven't checked my smile in mirror - yet.

Have to sleep it all off now, post operative stress needs serious attention.