So last night at med-time, I discovered
that ED's (Eyeball Dude) eye was protruding farther than ever before.
Like seriously an inch out of his face. All scabbed over and nasty.
So this morning I took him in, and it was decided that no, he really
wasn't in great shape yet for surgery, but the way that thing was
sticking outta there, he was going to swipe it right out himself. Vet
says "ready for my diagnosis? That's yucky!"
So we knock him out, and the vet just grabs the thing between his fingers and pulls. We initially thought it was the whole thing, but turns out it was just the lens, cornea, iris, and misc. tissue. He had to dig around to clean the rest of the globe out. But it's all gone now, stitched up, and hopefully will heal nicely.
The other eye is actually doing a little recovery on it's own, and there's a chance he might keep that eye. Don't know how much vision he'll have though. Just have to wait and see.
Such a sweet little thing though. Purrs up a storm if you pet him, and comes to your voice if you talk to him. Which means, don't talk if his cage door is open, unless you are in a position to catch!
So we knock him out, and the vet just grabs the thing between his fingers and pulls. We initially thought it was the whole thing, but turns out it was just the lens, cornea, iris, and misc. tissue. He had to dig around to clean the rest of the globe out. But it's all gone now, stitched up, and hopefully will heal nicely.
The other eye is actually doing a little recovery on it's own, and there's a chance he might keep that eye. Don't know how much vision he'll have though. Just have to wait and see.
Such a sweet little thing though. Purrs up a storm if you pet him, and comes to your voice if you talk to him. Which means, don't talk if his cage door is open, unless you are in a position to catch!
Edit: Eyeball Dude was eventually named Aston. He grew up nice and healthy, but did eventually lose that second eye as well. He and his "guide cat" sister were adopted together.
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