I'll just put it on the credit card and pay the minimum until I'm dead.

The vet just looks in her mouth and says, "Oh, God, I can see the bone."

Amazingly, she's in pretty good health otherwise. The vet was real nice about it - matter-of-fact, sympathetic, no shaming (I mean, I got the dog literally 3 days ago, so the state of her mouth isn't my fault, but that wouldn't stop a lot of vets from being dicks).

It's okay. There's no other option (short of putting the dog down, I suppose) so there's no point worrying, right?

It's fine. Everything's fine.