Red's My Colour!

Well, it was either that as a title or Easter Bunny Part III!

Smudge went to the vets this morning to have her teeth done, the vet thought she'd improved enough over the weekend to tolerate the anesthetic, so having explained the potential risks and benefits to me gave me the consent form to sign. It seemed very odd having to sign a consent form (effectively on Smudge's behalf), then with a final stroke I left Smudge in their hands and awaited a call from the vet later that day to let me know how it had gone and when I could collect her. It felt odd not having Smudge running round the garden today, even if she's in the summer house or out of sight, you still know she's about and are watching to make sure she's okay.

The vet phoned me just after lunch to say that Smudge was sat up in the cage but was a bit woozy. She had been unable to remove the tooth that she thought was causing Smudge's eye to water (look away now if you're squeamish!), she'd been able to get a probe down about a centimetre on one side of it, but the root on the other side was still very firmly attached and the tooth itself was quite worn down so there was nothing to get a decent grip on to pull it out. Smudge may well have problems with that tooth in the future and it may continue to cause her some pain, but as long as she seems happy in herself and is able to eat I shouldn't worry about it. She'd filed down three of Smudge's other teeth that had sharp spurs on them and hopefully that should make her more comfortable. Most importantly I could go and get her at 3.30!

Having paid the bill (thank goodness for plastic) the veterinary nurse took me through Smudge's discharge notes. The most important thing is to get her to eat within 24 hours (she'd turned her nose up at the hay, suparabbit pellets and cabbage they'd offered her) and to keep her warm until the anesthetic is out of her system. When they bought Smudge out to me she'd "acquired" a red towel in her carry cage. Apparently she'd become quite attached to it (the nurse said to her, "Is red your colour then Smudge?" - hence the title of this post!) so she was allowed to keep it. She doesn't need any follow up appointments unless she's not eating or if I'm worried about her at all.

Having fought our way home through the traffic, I tucked Smudge up in her run in the summer house with her red towel, and some broccoli and spring greens and left the fan heater on low to keep her warm.

I checked on her about an hour ago (and had a cuddle). She's still woozy and a little unsteady on her feet, but has eaten most of a leaf of spring greens so fingers crossed by the time Mum & Dad get home tomorrow night she'll be boinging about again.