Stories of the Moose

One-Fang

Bottom right, if I remember correctly, is the only fang left. 

As the years passed, Moose kept losing her canines. The first was extracted at the vet's office due to an abscess. The second just went missing one day, and then the third disappeared some time later. After a few years, she was down to just one, her bottom right if I remember correctly. Moose had earned her Indian name: One-Fang. Remember Two Socks from Dances With Wolves? Well, I had a One-Fang now.

She had no problems eating most everything, particularly whatever I was having for dinner, with her one-fang. Dry cat food became a bit harsh for her, so I switched to Tender Vittles, then to only wet food, and then finally to hand-minced New York sirloin steak. Damn straight she had it good. But more on her weird palette in another story.

The only trouble she had with her one-fang was that sometimes it didn't make it back into her mouth after a really wide yawn. She'd sit there with her upper lip resting on the one-fang until I ticked her chin or something to get it back in.