My dog Boomer is going blind. It has been really difficult adjusting to the thought. When I rescued him two years ago he was already blind in one eye. No vet ever suggested that the disease, primary glaucoma, would eventually effect his other eye. But honestly, in the back of my mind, I always thought that I would end up being a seeing eye person for a blind dog. He is only 3, and has so many years ahead of him.
Worse even, is that I had to leave my best friend Boomer in Texas with my good friends a few months ago, because I came back to California to work on my dad's boat, and he is allergic to dogs. So this whole time I've been waiting and looking forward to seeing him again, and he won't won't even be able to see me. It makes me cry every day. I feel like I've just been dragging myself through the dirt waiting to have him back. Some days it's hard to get out of bed, like I have no purpose in life.
But I'm planning a road trip back to Dallas in a week to be reunited. I will document the magical moment when we finally get to be back together again.
Sorry, I made myself start to cry. I need to go.
