My cat who has since passed on (Snoops, a non-purebred Himalayan) and my dog, Zipper (Miniature Yorkie) were my doctors.

I had all 4 of my wisdom teeth taken out at once. The day I came home I hit the bed and stayed there for 2-3 days nonstop. I couldn't eat anything but milkshake the first day, and even at that I couldn't taste it nor feel myself swallowing it. The cat and dog layed on my pillow or right beside my pillow and kept watch over me. When my mom would come in to check on me, they would look up but not even show interest in leaving even though I knew they were starved. Then my poor dog got too famished one time, and he looked back at me like "I'm sorry, I gotta go get some food...." and took off. But he came back shortly thereafter. He was so funny though because he looked like he felt guilty for leaving me. He even looked back and forth a few times at my mom and me and was visibly conflicted! Hehe!

As the days and my health progressed on, they laid a little bit farther from my head. It went from head, to chest, to stomach, to legs, to feet, to by the bed on the floor. By the time they got laying on the floor I was ready to go back to work.

It's incredible how much animals know, but can't verbally communicate. I loved and appreciated those little guys for all they did during that whole ordeal! I was swollen and bruised for a week, and bruised for 2-3 weeks. It was a rough procedure, but it sure helped having bedside companions.