It’s been 3 weeks since his dental. He’s STILL got clear fluid coming from his right ear and a scarred bare patch on his chin under where the tooth was amputated. His eye is no better, I paid for drops that he refuses to allow to be placed into his eyes. He becomes so combative that he and I both get stressed and it’s not worth it…the lid is supposed to resolve on it’s own, the drops would just make it possible for him to see past it during their 12 hour dosage span. Two wrestling matches a day for 6-8 weeks is not on my bucket list.

I was supposed to take Mimzy in for a dental tomorrow, but with Griff no better and the weather (warming the snow pack enough to melt and then freezing it again at night to ice rink consistency) making the road almost impassable, it is too dangerous to take him in just in case we wreck or he winds up with some complication (my vet’s not exactly batting 1000) and I’d have to rush him back in. So far he’s doing okay, eating & pottying well, no real worries except for that persistant sneeze. But I woke up with so many bad feelings haunting me this morning about the last couple of months with my animals, I just don’t think I should take Mimzy in right now. If anything happened to him I’d be devastated.

My big worry is still Griff. I think the whole experience changed him permanently. He doesn’t feel/act/seem like his old self anymore. He was what I’d still call a young cat (even  though he’s ten) and now he seems older than his chronological age. And to see him deteriorate in front of me so much in 3 weeks is very depressing. And it also makes me very angry. My husband is no less than furious over the whole thing as well.

Regardless, we’ve made a *hopefully* final appointment for Griff for next Saturday with the vet I still prefer and I hope she can help him. If not, well…I guess it’s time to move on to someone else…and I’m not going to be happy about that either because there are VERY few choices for good exotics care here, so the bunnies would be on the short end of that stick. Also any other vet care I take on for Griff from here is going to involve finding out what could’ve possibly gone so wrong with his procedure and if any of it can be successfully reversed. At this point, that’s probably going to have to take some impartial eyes on the problem. I feel that there are important things not being said/explored and I just want to get him well, whoever can do that for him.

Really, I feel like the hand of fate has gotten more than it’s share of b-slapping me around lately. So I guess I posted this because I wonder if I can please still ask for some get well vibes for Griffy…some stay well vibes for Mimzy…some ‘don’t get sick now’ vibes for my other bunnies and the cats/dog…and some ‘please help me keep from losing more of my mind’ vibes for me.

Thanks everybun. Rant over for the moment.

Might I add…did anyone besides me find the ‘supermoon’ last night to be particularly nostalgic? It seems like I haven’t seen a sky like that since I was in my late teens and it really took me back to a simpler, and in some ways-happier, time in my life. I tried getting some pix, but my camera is not the best for this sort of thing: