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| Mom with Smokey. My favorite this year, even if it's blurry. |
I wrote last month about Smokey's eye troubles. I haven't written anything in a while because, well, things kept getting worse.
While Smokey was getting around the house better without his vision, he started suffering from eye pain. The doctors said things would get worse (possible corneal ulcers) if they didn't act. Acting, in this case, meant taking out Smokey's eyes altogether, which they finally did this Friday.
I feel horrible about this. My Mom feels worse. She only wanted Smokey to see again, and now that won't happen.
I visited my Mom on Saturday to help bring Smokey home. His eyes were sutured shut, and the right side of his face was badly swollen. It's hard to see him like this, and I don't plan on sharing any pictures with anyone for the foreseeable future.
The bottom line is that he's recovering, and this should be the end of things. Not that I'm hopeful at this point.
The upside is that his "Smokey Sense" seems stronger than ever. Whenever I tried to comfort Smokey, he was always turning his head and body, following wherever my Mom went in the house.
Smokey is now blind, and he hasn't been able to hear either for some time. Despite this, when Mom would come out of the cellar, he would turn her head to face her.
Is this how psychic bonds are formed? Could there have been a less painful way? What a weird, cruel world.
I just want Smokey to stop suffering. I hope he and my Mom can be happy again in 2020.
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