Yeah I'm tough and didn't tell anyone about it, but it's been like that for awhile, hard to say how it happened, but Doc had to do some stuff and yank it out. Apparently he had to break it all the way, it was cracked half way, then extract it then stitch up my gum. Sounds like he had a time of it, I'm glad I slept through that.
Also, sometime during the process I had areas of my fur shaved off and I was stuck with needles, overall I guess that was the least of the drama.
We heard that there was a goat at the clinic who walked by me as I was waking up in a bad mood and I growled at him, which caused him to panic and jump, I wish mum could have seen that, she likes goats.
At the end of the day mum finally came back to get me. As we were getting ready to go it started crazy down pouring rain. She ran me in the P-T-U to the van, I got a little wet, but she got drenched, driving in the van, in the rain was the loudest thing I've ever heard, if I had been feeling normal it would have been sorta scary, but I was still pretty groggy from the sleepy medication, so I just wanted to get home. We got home, I was back in my safe place and I got to eat, it was an end to the awful day. Now I've mostly recovered, mum is giving me lots of wet meow mix, even tho it tastes different than usual, and feels like there is a gritty weirdness in it, I'm happy about it. I have some little pains in the spots where I was poked with needles, those spots that were shaved are a bit cold, and my mouth doesn't feel quite right now that I'm missing a tooth, I think I'll be just fine. I'm glad to have that tooth fixed.