We took this little girl to see Dr. Tom today:
The bad eye is on your right, her left. You cannot tell in the light of this photo, but it is bulging terribly.
She was very thirsty yesterday, unlike recently, and drank and drank and drank, so it was hard not to give her water and food this morning.
Here we are about to go out the door... a terrible picture of me, because I was about to dissolve into tears. The tea towel went into the wash, don't worry, but instead of the crate, I carried Hannah on my lap wrapped in her blanket. Hannah, who has never liked to be held close, has been very cuddly lately. She sat quietly on my lap, pressing against me the whole way to the vet.
She has had the eye removed, and is doing as well as she can under the pain medication, according to the doctor's office this afternoon. While she was under the anesthetic, the vet cleaned her teeth, and, while doing so, four of them fell out. I was right when I told Keith a month ago I thought part of her problem could be bad teeth. Pug's mouths are very small, and they cannot lift their heads high (or hold still long enough) for someone to thoroughly check them, so I am glad it was done.
Tomorrow I'll leave work a little early, and meet Keith here at the house so we can go get her. We don't have a carrier large enough to accomodate the collar we believe she will have to wear for a few days when she gets home.