Well, that was just horrible. First of all, I had to sit on a cold table – that I couldn’t hop around on without slipping – for 30 minutes. Then the vet came in and HANDLED me. She kept touching me all over my body, and she put this really cold thing next to my chest, and she felt all over my head and tummy and legs and hips and teeth. It was awful.
Then she went away, and I had to sit on the metal table again. When she came back she had a towel for me to sit on, finally. So THEN, someone else came in to hold me (!) as the vet stuck this THING with a light on it inside my mouth. Believe me, I chewed the crap out of that thing. I don’t want things shoved in my mouth!
The vet said that my teeth on the left side of my mouth were actually pretty good, but the ones on the right side of my mouth were kinda uneven and a little sharp. She said that I have a “laceration” on my right cheek (so that’s what that was). She actually tried to file my tooth right then and there! Yeah, that’s not happening. She also said that I have one tooth that may be “overhanging” too much, and it may have to come out.
So now, I HAVE TO GO BACK to the vet on Thursday to be put under anesthesia so that the vet can file my molars and possibly take out one tooth. I have to go back!?!? All day?!?! Under anesthesia?!?! What the FRACK?!?!?! I’m a little bunny and I’m 5. What if I don’t survive? That happens!
It makes me angry that mommy’s all happy about it, because she’ll only have to have this done once every 6 months to a year. But, that means I’ll have to have it done to me once every 6 months to a year!! Mommy’s also glad that I may only have one tooth taken out so I can still eat, which I am also appreciative of, but still…
Also, mommy’s been telling everybun that I weigh 3 lbs when I actually weigh 2 lbs 13 oz. No girl wants to round up her weight!!! What are you doing to me mommy?