I got my dog from an animal shelter in 2008 and what a time it has been. The first week he tore up a queen size mattress, ate the leather pockets off a pool table, and ate my brand new shoes. I wouldn’t trade a minute with this dog. He settled in and became the perfect companion to family and day care kids. They loved watching him go down the slides and doing tricks for them.
They say you save a dogs life when you get them from the shelter. I say he saved mine. Having PTSD, Wrigley has kept me calm and able to live my life.
Fast forward, my dog started bumping into things at the end of 2015 and I could just tell he couldn’t see at all. I took him to the vet where she said it was likely SARDS and there really wasn’t anything they could do. So I took him home and tried to help him adjust. I now know there is some research about changing to a homemade diet and other things that might have helped.
My dog is depressed. He doesn’t want to go on walks anymore. It is a struggle just to get him out. He is gaining weight.
He has learned the word step to go down stairs and up when we go up. I am trying to get him to go on a walk with the same route like the optomologist said.
The optomologist who told me about some tests to find out exactly what it was that was wrong with my dog. He said we could do all these tests that would cost thousands of dollars and it wouldn’t change the fact that in all probability he would never see again.
So right now I have some eye drops because he had a discharge from his eyes and the whites were all red.
And I sure wish they had toys for blind dogs.