During this chaotic month my parents have helped us out by grand-dog sitting one of our furry pooches. Our little girly springer spaniel has spent the month swimming at the beach, playing with the hoards of guests my parents get in the summer and burning off those city pounds she tends to put on.
One thing they noticed about her tho, was she was getting a little… tentative.
When the lights were off, when she was somewhere new, if she was in the shadows, she would have difficulties. My parents took her to see their local vet who diagnosed her with retinal eye disease, a hereditary disease that is causing her to go blind in both eyes.
She isn’t completely there, but should be by Christmas.
Here’s the thing though. When you have all this worry about dragging the kids away from their friends, about doing a massive left turn in your life, the last thing you think you need to worry about it the damn dog going blind.
I mean what does it really matter anyway… except that in the coming months (years) we will be moving home at least twice… and just when we are bringing her to an island full of fun, fields and adventure, she won’t be able to see any of it.
It broke my heart… to think that here was yet another thing that we may be putting through extra hardship just so we can chase a dream.
We talked about it with the kids. We are that weird family where our pets are full-fledged members of the household. The kids had all sorts of great ideas for helping her get to know the new place, ways to ensure she doesn’t get lost on the 8 acres. Ways to help her adapt (no, we are NOT getting a mini-seeing eye dog for her!)
And I guess we will wait and see what happens… like all of us she will thrive or fail. Like all of us, this is will be the best thing, or the worst thing we have ever done