Last night, when checking on ‘Ster, I decided that I hated the idea of him being blind and in a field, no matter how little, and that if he couldn’t see, then he could possibly hurt himself. So I moved him to the small stable and I am glad I did that. Not an easy job – he wasn’t cooperative.
This morning, I got a better idea of the damage to his eyes.
My poor boy.
Water is in a hi-viz yellow bucket and I am pretty sure he has found it and is drinking – I also syringed water down him last night, just in case he hadn’t.
And ‘Ster is being pretty stoical about it all. He knows he needs care.
After lunch, I went and sat with ‘Ster as I know he doesn’t see me as his friend anymore. I took treats. I wanted to work on our relationship.
And obviously a small dog.
I sat down and waited.
It didn’t take long and ‘Ster poured his heart to me.
I gave him a good hug, while Pepper sat on my legs – not an easy feat.
(well, she sat on my legs in a supportive way)….
And they both lined up for Pasture cookies.
I am writing this early as I am off to the airport with Floss to deliver her back south. I shall miss her hugely. She has been such an immense help.
