Big Day for a Little Guy
Monday, January 4th, 2010When we took Marvin in to get his shots updated, the vet noticed that he had an infected tooth. She suggested we bring him in after Maisy got settled to get it looked at. Of course it took longer than we thought to get Maisy settled due to all her vet visits.
So I scheduled it for after the holidays when things were a little less busy. Well, that day came and it was today.
I was really dreading it because you have to take him in and drop him off to be picked up later. I have never left him anywhere, ever, except home. So I had a pit in my stomach just thinking about it.
I should mention here that I am “that” lady when it comes to my cats.
So I was (of course) wide awake a 3 am worrying about it. Then when I got up to get around the cats were all confused because I wasn’t giving them any breakfast. Hubs fed Maisy after we left (who was very confused as to where her brother went).
I ended up having to have Hubs help me get Marvin into the carrier and into the car, even though I thought I could do it myself. When we put him in the car he made this cry that sounded like a new born baby and we both just stared at each other for a second. Oh dear…
Marvin cried all the way there, as per usual, and had a little accident in the carrier. All this was expected.
Then I got there and the vet started explaining about how they had to sedate him and…why is it so hot in here?? I am totally freaking out now.
Then she takes him from me to go into the other room and he looks at me with those eyes…
I need to get out of here asap!
By the time I got to work I was a total wreck.
I managed to make it through the morning and about lunch time I was getting anxious that I hadn’t heard anything.
So I asked Em if she thought it would be neurotic to call…I mean if anything was wrong they would have called, right…and they said they would call when they were done, so they are probably not done yet…
She was like, Just call already!
So I told them when I called I’m the crazy cat lady and I am freaking out. Then she told me they had to pull 3 teeth!
THREE TEETH!
Oh my word, that poor buddy! Now I am just super anxious to get him home, but I can’t pick him up until 6. What a long day!
We got him home and they said he was super good and very brave. Now he is just completely stoned out of his gourd. His eyes are like crossed he’s so out of it.
Maisy is still a little out of sorts because he’s not acting right and she can’t figure it out.
It was an awful big adventure for our little guy. Who for some reason looks even smaller to me today…





