Two days ago we were combing out our oldest cat, Tootie, and I discovered one of her fang teeth was missing. I was shocked. She always hollers like we’re killing her, but a sixteen-year-old cat needs help with grooming, especially one with long hair.
When we were through with the grooming, we got the flashlight and looked in her mouth better to make sure the tooth didn’t just break off. We put our fingers on her gums and couldn’t feel any remnants, so I think her whole tooth is gone. We don’t know when that happened, or where the tooth is. Perhaps, she swallowed it. But we’re monitoring her to make sure we don’t need to take her back to the vet. She isn’t bothered by the missing tooth at all.
I’ve had a lot of cats in my life but this is the first one I’ve had that had her teeth start to fall out with old age. Poor girl. I know anything that people go through animals can get also, so it makes me think about getting old and all my aches and pains. One thing cats have over us though (and probably dogs too) is that they never complain and whine about their problems.
Maybe we humans could learn a thing or two from them. After all, it does no good to complain, does it? That won’t make the situation any different. Instead, I think we should all embrace the fact we’re still alive and try to enjoy it to the best of our abilities. What do you think?