The recent fight by 'Mrrr Andersooon' to save one of my teeth came to an end today. It was just too infected and likely to always be trouble. I wasn't surprised as it had continued to give me problems even after the last course of treatment. I now have two back teeth missing from the lower back of my mouth and five have gradually bit the dust in total. Hope it doesn't lead to a misshapen jaw.
Last night we took the old cat up to the vet after his recent worrying spasms which briefly twist his face. He shakes them off pretty quickly but I always feared the likelyhood of strokes and the impossibly young-looking female vet pretty much confirmed it. Nothing we can do really. He's a resilient old boy but he's 17, about 85 in human terms and its likely that his time is just approaching. It'll be a sad day when it finally comes, after all this time, and Fi in particular will be devastated. We just need to hope it will be quick and he doesn't suffer.
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