It happened as a result of the tooth extraction. The doctor said he thinks he must have drilled a little too deeply. With this weird tooth resorption stuff, the roots stay intact, and I suppose with cats they drill them out instead of pulling them out.
It didn’t happen during the procedure, because the doctor checked carefully to be sure everything was all right. He thinks it might have happened during a tube feeding. Today the other doctor in the practice and one of the techs noticed a lump and took an X-ray. The bone is partially healed already.
She’s going to be in the hospital for the rest of the week, and they will take another X-ray later in the week. I asked to see her. She’s in a three-compartment “condo” with a window spanning the “rooms”: a bedroom, a bathroom, and a dining room. She was resting in the bedroom when I went in–with a string of bloody drool encircling her mouth. I wiped that away with one hand and pet her with the other. She started to purr, stretched, and went to the dining room and started to eat. She was still eating when I came back from washing my hands. I told her she was a good girl and I would see her later. I think she may know what that means. Every time I leave the house, I tell the cats I’ll see them later.
I can’t even think about the pain she must have been in. They can’t tell you, and they hide their infirmities.