Pancho has been having problems with his mouth. Last week I made an appointment for a dental. I found out our regular doc, the man who owns the clinic has pretty much retired.
In the past few years, he's been grooming other vets to take over. I guess he finally got the right mix and felt comfortable enough to let them take over. So, a new vet did the work on Pancho. Brian took him in since I'm having a hard time getting anywhere.
Pancho had lost weight since his last visit four years ago. One of his readings was high, indicating an infection. We spoke a little before the cleaning and I gave the okay to do it.
I called at 3:45 to see how it went and Pancho had the okay to come home. Brian went down to pick him up and during that time, the vet called here to go over the results. I missed the call. But I figured he could tell Brian in person.
So. Pancho has stomatitis (a lot of that here). He lost all of his teeth but his canines. The infection is up into his jaw, he's on metronidazole and clindamycin. And pain relief for three days. Poor guy. He got lots of loving last night, as much as he wanted. Usually, he's so damned hot I push him away from me, but last night, I let him lay on me as long as he wanted. And when I had to get up, Brian took him. I'd come back and Pancho would be right back on me.
This morning, he purred for me. The vet said there was swelling, but it would go down in a couple of days. Poor kitty.