Poor Stella

Mrs. Nice was gone this week from Monday through Wednesday. Monday I started not eating well. Mr. Nice thought that I may be missing Mrs. Nice. Thursday they noticed that I wanted to eat but apparently couldn’t. Both of them were getting really worried. Mrs. Nice pureed my food and I licked my bowl clean. It really felt great to have a full stomach.

Today though they decided to take me to the vet after work. I knew it would be a trip to the vet when Mr. Nice brought the carrier upstairs from the basement. When we got there, the vet took one look into my mouth and saw that one of my teeth was broken. He also said that the rest of my teeth were not in the best shape and I needed a cleaning once I was well again.

Mr. Nice was holding me during the visit. The vet opened my mouth and scared me half to death when he pulled my broken tooth. I really tried to scratch and bite him, but I couldn’t get him. Then he gave me a shot with something he called antibiotics. He even gave more medication to Mr. and Mrs. Nice to give me at home for the coming week.

I was in my carrier so fast when it was time to get out of the vet’s office, you would not believe it.

Since I am home I drank a little of my milk that Mr. Nice picked up at the store for me, but I still can’t eat. My mouth still hurts. The vet said I should feel better tomorrow. Let’s hope so, because right now I only want to sleep on the couch.

Stella is sick