My poor Bozzie-boo. Her name is Rosie but we call her Bozzie Boo and she is our very special 11 year old dachshund. The runt of Ruby’s litter of six, she was too beautiful and too precious to sell so against Carl’s pleas to be sensible, I kept her.
A few days ago I knew something wasn’t quite right. Yes, we’ve recently had the fractured pelvis and she has been on several kinds of pain medication to help her through and so when she started to be ‘on the nose’, with her showing no signs of obvious discomfort, her issues slipped under the radar.
But last weekend I thought something had to be wrong and so on Monday I took her to the vet. I told him I thought she must need her teeth cleaned as the bad breath was becoming quite a problem. I told him I believed there must be an issue with her teeth because if I tried to look at them she would become quite distressed and almost try to bite me.
The vet had a quick look and agreed her teeth needed to be cleaned and he suspected she needed a few extractions. She would need a general anaesthetic and so I was asked to leave her there for the day and return when her ordeal was over.
I went back to the vet late in the afternoon. I saw the dear little girl fast asleep and lying on an electric blanket with a pillow under her head and a blanket across her body. When I approached her cage she woke and stood up on wobbly legs. She was very drugged.
The vet gave me the sad news that in the last few weeks Rosie has been a silent sufferer. One of her molars had become completely diseased and she had a root abscess that was massive and had turned the root to pulp. I was shocked and felt like a very negligent mother and was quick to let the vet know she hadn’t shown any signs of being in pain and had been eating well. He said eating is what they will do even if in immense pain because it’s a survival instinct.
The diseased tooth was so rotten it couldn’t be easily extracted and had to be cut out from the side of her mouth and as a result she has many stitches. She also had other extractions and then her remaining teeth were cleaned.
I paid the bill that had me reeling and it is definitely a bill I will keep hidden from Carl, then the vet gave me her antibiotics and pain killers. He also told me that the reason for all her decaying teeth on her left side is because her upper and lower teeth don’t meet properly so she prefers to chew on her right side. But on the right side some of her teeth are over-lapping trapping plague and preventing her teeth from being cleaned. ‘Basically’, he said, ‘if she could have had braces she would have been fine’. I’ve never seen a dog with braces!
Then he told me that in the next two years she will probably lose all her teeth but that she will manage quite well tooth-less. ‘She could even chew a pig’s ear’, he said. In the meantime he suggested I clean her teeth every day – not right now though, because she’s on a soft diet for the next ten days, but in three weeks time I’m to daily clean her teeth. He gave me some toothpaste and can you believe, it’s cheese flavoured. Anyone want some?
I was going to post a recipe tonight but I think with all the talk of bad breath, root abscesses, tooth extractions, dogs with braces and cheese flavoured toothpaste, I’ve probably put everyone off their food. I’ll just leave you with a few images of my precious little girl.
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