Tucker went to the hospital yesterday for an examination. His smelly breath concerned me, as did his wetting outside the litter-box. The latter I attributed to stress, the arrival of a new cat. The former’s cause surprised and startled me.
I expected a worsening case of gingivitis, perhaps a touch on infection in the gums. Instead, the doctor found numerous teeth in very bad condition. One, a canine, is digging into Tucker’s lower lip and is undoubtedly causing pain. Ten teeth may have to come out.
I feel very bad about this. I have let the roly poly down. His condition has been degrading for some time, but I blamed it on the wrong causes. He has probably been in great discomfort, and it has certainly affected his eating. I had noticed that he was consuming less and less, but thought it was due to increasing fussiness over his food. Tucker has lost two pounds in as many months. The diminishing poundage, the stress (the pain may have been causing more of it than Raleigh’s appearance) and any infection that may be coming from deteriorating teeth have indubitably affected Tucker’s diabetes and its treatment. I have not been taking the care of him that I should.
The monetary cost of the cure for his ills - such mercenary aspects must be considered - will be great. Raleigh’s dental surgery was very expensive; Tucker’s will be more. These expenditures, with other costs, such as earlier treatment for a brief eruption of Cammie's allergy; new eye-wear (for myself), and a new telephone (my previous instrument began falling apart, literally, and ceasing to function properly), will make the second half of 2019 very costly. I think the last time I spent so much money in such a short period, I at least ended up with a house. Perhaps needless to say, this has made a dent in my reserve funds that will not be soon pounded out again.
However, the health of Tucker and the other beasts is paramount. Tucker’s blood and urine samples have been sent away for testing; I will likely not have the results until next week. Even so, I will make an appointment today for his operation. I don’t believe the tests will result in so much of a problem as to cancel any surgery, though, because of Tucker’s age (he is thirteen), I wanted his fluids examined anyway. It’s best to remedy all of the problems as soon as possible. I hope to see my sausage cat on the mend by the end of next week, his pain lessening and his rotundity returning, just a little.