Today, Rookie, our 6-year old yorkie, went to the vet to get her teeth cleaned for the second time. We kept putting off the appointment because (1) it’s scary having her put under anesthesia (she’s only 3.5 pounds) and (2) it’s pretty pricey. But knowing a deep dental cleaning could help prevent future health problems, we finally made the call.
I worked today, so my husband took Rookie to the vet in the morning. Shortly after, I received a text message from him: “She was soooo sad when I dropped her off :(” My heart crumbled. Then around noon, I received another text message: “Rookie is recovering. She lost some front teeth :(” I was shocked and my heart sank. I was so worried about her being put under that the thought of having teeth extracted hadn’t even crossed my mind.
A text message in the early afternoon informed me that Rookie had six – SIX! – teeth removed. Poor thing. I wanted to rush home. But my husband reassured me: “She seems fine. She is patrolling.” That eased my nerves a bit. If Rookie was back to her regular routine, warding off home invaders, she must be on the mend.
When I finally got home I was worried what I might see, but Rookie was scampering around as usual. Still, it’s a sad day for Two of a Kind. The good news is she’s still able to chomp on her treats. Nipping at socks (one of Rookie’s favorite pastimes), however, is a different story.
