01 October 2019

Pets

Pets bring joy and also, troublesome times.
 I have two cats. One sweetheart, Schroedy, and another one nutty Corey.
Week ago, I noticed that sweetheart cat's only eye is getting surprisingly cloudy. I took her to the vet, and the vet established there was an eye infection because of cornea's injury. She got medicine, and everything seemed fine.
But that night, the nutty cat attacked her and basically destroyed her only eye.  I got woken up, around 1 am,  by the sounds of the cats fighting, and in the dark, I did my best to separate them. It took some time till my husband got awoken too, and switched the light. And then we've seen the horror. Schroedy's only eye was covered with blood. She was shaking and peed herself. We tried our best to clean her up, calm her, help her. But it soon became apparent that eye damage is significant.
The next day, I took her to an animal eye specialist. And of course, it was terrible, the eye did not react on the light. The specialist explained that cause is most likely a detached retina. Schroedy got more medications to help her heal, and now, we are fighting to save her eyeball.
I have to report that a week after the attack,  her recovery goes nicely, and by some miracle, she regained some of the light sensitivity, indicating that maybe retina (or part of the retina) still functions. But she will never regain the full eyesight because, right now, the cornea is basically ripped apart and inner tissue is poking out of the eye, and the doctor mentioned that her iris is damaged as well. Meaning there is no way she will be able to focus even if the doctor does the graft and pushes inner tissue back where it belongs.
I'm reading about how to care for a blind cat, and helping her re-learn layout of the house. 
The problem is the insane cat. Corey is old and sickly, and rehoming him would not work. So he is now under close supervision, and in a way, he got his own room. We are closing him there each time we have to leave the house, or we're doing something that does not allow constant cat supervision. Surprisingly he is adjusting nicely to that arrangement as well, so our monitoring, ordered proximity shock collar, and sequestration might spell salvation for Corey. The problem with him is that he is sort of Dr. Jeckil and Mr. Hyde. He is a perfectly lovely and cuddly kitty, until something short-wires in his brain. So catch is to control him when Mr. Hyde pokes his ugly head. So far, Mr. Hyde hides.

And while I'm talking about the pets and their issues, I also have a newly adopted dog, Rosie, who requires extra help, because she was abused by previous owners. According to the info I got from the shelter, she was brought in by Animal Services, which usually spells that something awful was happening. In fact, her brother had to have emergency surgery when they arrived at the shelter. Sadly, that implies there were some horror stories afoot.
 But luckily, one of my neighbors is a service dog trainer, and now Rosie and I are tagging along and learning service dog stuff. She is recovering, and more and more behaves like a dog.
I also noticed that Rosie loves to work. She is so happy after learning new stuff and performing as good as service dogs around her. So I'll have to find her some job to do. She cannot be a service dog, because my neither my husband or I have a disability, and she is so bonded to me, that I call her velcro dog. The trainer suggested to teach her how to do search and rescue.  So, as soon as my newly blind kitty stops requiring medications several times per day, I'll start teaching Rosie how to search.

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