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Sun, Apr. 25th, 2004, 01:29 pm

My brittany spaniel has glaucoma. It was made official yesterday when I was up in Norman. She's nine years old and has really never been ill. Sure, she's had an injury or two, but nothing that could count as a disease. So, for the first time, I'm having to come back down to the planet of mortality realization. It's a shitty planet.

All this amid the death of Diamond and the continued seizures of Ed. I suspect Jeremy will be illuminating this subject on his own time, if he cares to.

As for my dog, it's a waiting game. On Monday, I have an appointment with my vet at 5:15 PM. From there, we will consider the options. My mother, who took her in initially, said that the vet who was there told her that people often remove the eye from the dog, since it's cheaper. Fuck that. I don't want my dog to be a pirate. Barring that, she will likely lose most if not all of her vision even if she keeps the eye.

The other vet also said that the eye shouldn't burst during this interim. This is sorta' maddening. I've been giving her the eye drops and pain medications, and she seems fine. Though, she loves the outside and incessantly insists on going out when she's in. Must be the bird dog, but I hope this doesn't cost her an eye impact, either.

Sun, Apr. 25th, 2004 12:38 pm (UTC)


There's nothing more awful than sick aminals. I hope she does ok.