We just got back from the vet and Kody has a fractured tooth. That means that one of the points of his molars broke clean off, most likely while he was chewing on a bully stick. Since he is so young, the best bet is to do a root canal and have a cap put on the tooth so he can use both sides of his mouth to chew. It’s about twice as expensive as having the tooth pulled, but should have lots of benefits, and cost isn’t really the issue for me.
We’ll make a call to the veterinary dentist Monday morning and try to get him in that day hopefully, because apparently the pulp of the tooth is exposed which is especially painful. They gave me some pain killer medicine to give to Kody in the mean time.
This is yet another example of how me trying to be a good dog parent has actually hurt my dog. Apparently bully sticks can hurt a dog’s teeth. Or maybe Kody just has naturally weak teeth or maybe there was something particularly hard in the one he was chewing on. I don’t know, but I can’t really trust them anymore.
I feel horrible and I’m angry. I’m angry at all the people who don’t care for their dogs but everything goes perfect for them. I’m angry that Kody is in pain and maybe I’m to blame. I’m angry that when I try to do something right, it seems like it always goes wrong.
To know Kody’s in pain, and has more pain to go through before it’s over, that just kills me. I am the definition of depressed.
Through all these horrible feelings, I’ve had to face one thing. I can do what I can do to help Kody, but when we’re in a corner and there’s nothing else to do, for instance while waiting for the dentist to open on Monday, all I can do is show Kody that I love him, and that actually seems to help. I don’t know how parents with terminally sick children get through it. I feel like a dark hand has reached down and grabbed on to my soul and won’t let go. I can’t even imagine how they must feel.