Just when we thought we were ahead of things, old Milly the Moo had an unfortunate incident on a walk four weeks ago, resulting in a very shocking outcome - the removal of her right eye. (The picture below of her on the sofa, is the last record we have of it, making it even more poignant).
Still, the vet says she's fit and healthy and we shouldn't put off our plans. Yesterday, the poor old thing had to return to the vet for her bloodtests. Unfortunate enough that she had already spent 5 days in their doggie hospital on heavy sedation, antibiotics, anaesthetic and all on her own without us. After her op, when we went to get her, I was prepared for the worst, but that wasn't bad enough. When an eye is removed, the eye socket, now empty, fills with blood, so the swelling from the tissue damage made her like one of the Borg. I have never heard her so vocal - she was definitely telling us how cr*p she felt, and how painful it all was. So, when I saw her last night after her blood tests, (having had another round of sedation because she's such a wriggler) she had a few words with me, not least to say "I'm fed up - what are you going to put me through next?" Maybe we'll keep the journey we have planned for her a bit hush hush for now.
