Yes, I kept the tooth. It was cracked in half so it is not intact. Thank goodness it was a bottom tooth!
Billy has gained since I've had him. My healthy pasture is the culprit. I just can't seem to bare to keep him penned up on a dry lot. Our road trip messed with my routine; I'm trying to get back into it: a while in the morning to graze, dry lot, a while in the evening, then dry lot all night. Hay bag.
Yesterday he was uncomfortable with the tooth-thing. No piles all day! In the evening I saw him drinking and he put his whole face under water. My husband helped me, so I rinsed his mouth with salt water using that calking gun looking device. A dose of banamine. I'm going to rinse his mouth again this morning. Vet told me I didn't need to do anything; he would be fine. But I am afraid of infection.
Two piles this morning so I am happy.
What an ordeal. Also, I noticed there was a new tech help. She was holding his tongue, and did not release it while the vet was getting different tools. Maybe his tongue is sore also. I did not say anything; things are tense between me and the vet after Dapper Dan.
The two bottom pieces are the root and the top piece is half of the tooth. The other half broke in little pieces so I couldn't keep it. They thought I was weird for keeping the tooth.