I’m not sure why I lost my teeth, but it happened. I lost most of them. My girl tried to brush them at one point, but I didn’t like it. So, she stopped. She found I tend to clean my teeth better after eating wet food rather than crunchies. If it wasn’t for my girl, I don’t think I would have had enough to eat at the end. She gave me wet food whenever I asked for it.
I do believe she did what she could for me and what I would allow her to do. She never took me to the vet for a dental cleaning and I would have hated it. I know she knew that. So, I never had to worry about it. At least under her care, I stopped losing teeth, but I couldn’t eat enough crunchies to stay alive because I had lost too many teeth. What I did have left were quite loose and rather useless. I could no longer hunt and I didn’t need to.
I could retire and be a senior cat knowing my girl would like after me. I could live in peace and relax knowing I didn’t have to deal with anyone bad anymore. I was safe and Spot and Isis could play with each other and leave me alone.
Sir Socks Le Chat 
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