For 10 days we did our thing, cleaning doggy eyes three times a day, with various levels of protest.
He stopped fighting with us, so we thought he must be getting some ease. But there was still a lot of junk. No sign of tear ducts being kick started.
I took advantage of his ease to snaek in extra hugs, and kisses on the top of his head.
I planned to give his stuff away, eventually. We considered what day would be best to do the deed.
I veered between denial and maudlin.
And we went back to the vet.
Against all the odds, wee Jake is much improved. The vet is delighted. I still had to check…
“No, no need to put him to sleep. Keep doing what you’re doing.”
Spurs Fan was driving, but I may as well have floated home. Phone calls, texts and FB updates nearly all before we reached the front door. Such excitement, delight and relief. Our ignorance didn’t kill him.
He lives to sniff another day.
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