My poor blind pet rescue sheep (the one that accidentally
did a number on my teeth with her horn last week) had an
eye rupture this morning. I've never seen anything like it
before. The vet thinks it's from the pathology of whatever
has been going on in there, and will be removing the eye
this afternoon.
Funny, in my teens, I thought about becoming a vet, but I
didn't think I could handle situations like this at the
time. Now I realize I have to anyway--and do.