Well, Mr. Jake went to the vet today for some much-needed dental attention.
Mark has had him for years, and I think as his stinky breath got worse, Mark's nose just adapted. Now that I've known Jake for almost a year but still can barely sit on a couch with him, we decided it was time to figure out what was up. He went in last week for the check-up and the vet suggested an intense cleaning and maybe pulling some teeth.
He went in today for his big appointment. All four canines- gone. And as you can see above, they were quite impressive. All together the vet pulled 8 teeth.
He's pretty drugged up now, and we're going to have to make some dietary changes to accommodate his less-toothy grin/ prevent him from needing more taken out, BUT... I think he's going to be much happier now. Plus, now I can cuddle with him and his breath won't force me to move him away. (Seriously, I'm a cat person, but it was that bad!)
So, goodbye lovely grin, and hello much happier and healthier old man cat!