William has Dry Eye and cataracts, both diagnosed some years ago and has his eyes checked every 6 months by veterinary ophthalmologist Kate. It's not my regular vet practice and is in a different area of the New Forest to where I usually walk, so we have a morning out with coffee and cake after seeing the vet, followed by a walk in that part of the Forest.
William's eye conditions are no worse and there's no sign of PRA, so hopefully that worry is over now that he's almost 11. So good news deserving of a cup of coffee and a scone
William's anal glands needed emptying, so Kate did that too. It wasn't until I was sitting in the coffee shop at Fairweather's Garden Centre that I became aware of a faint but distinctively evil smell somewhere in my vicinity. I then realised that a drop of something horrible was on my right sleeve. Yep, you can guess what it was
. Thank goodness nobody was sat near me, or perhaps that's the reason nobody was sat near me
I was especially pleased that William's cataracts are no worse. Kate describes his vision as being like that of a person permanently wearing scratched sunglasses. It doesn't seem to worry or hinder him though. The cataracts aren't at a stage where they need surgery and haven't changed for several years. Kate thinks there's still potential for them to worsen, which will mean surgery, but we'll cross that bridge if and when needed.
