Right now Biscuit is trying to lick as much peanut butter out of his Kong toy as he can. He has no conception of what cataracts are, and honestly he'd probably never care. In the grand scheme of things that happen in the world, this is nothing. Even in the grand scheme of things that could happen to our dog, it's not much - we have a friend whose dog has been hit by a van, had it's tail amputated and undergone abdominal surgery 2 or 3 times for ingesting those indigestible objects that dogs love. Regardless, I feel incredibly sad.
The vet told us that dogs use smell and hearing first and foremost, and that their vision is bad anyway. She said even if he goes completely blind he'll likely be relatively normal. She recommended an appointment with a veterinary ophthalmologist a few hours away. A vet tech chimed in that her 4 year old dog has cataracts in both eyes and that it's "no big deal."
Completely blind? He may have that dull, grayish film over his eyes?
I'd like to be the kind of person that doesn't crumble with bad news. I'd like to just feel joy for the blessings in my life and hold on to the understanding that good and bad will ebb and flow, hopefully with good winning. But the truth is that sometimes I hold my dog's face in my hands, I look deep into his dark brown eyes that can seem so wise, and I sing to him about growing up and experiencing the world. It's ridiculous, I know. But love isn't rational. I want him to see.
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