Salty and Pepi- Love At First ‘Sight’
It’s funny how things work out. When you least expect it, something (or someone) comes your way and you find out first-hand how the universe really works. Back in October we adopted a twelve-year-old West Highland Terrier, a funny imp of a dog, full of life and love and vision-impaired. How of all the dogs in the rescue-world did he come my way?
Salty spent the past three years or so in a dark basement where he developed several medical problems including conjunctivitis and pigmentary keratitis. PK, an inflammation of the cornea, leaves a brown deposit on the eye, clouding the vision and may cause blindness. Salty is lucky; the treatment worked, and the deterioration stopped although the peripheral vision in the right eye is much reduced. The hair around the eyes will never grow back though but it’s kind of cool having a dog that resembles Alice Cooper. It’s easy to startle or scare someone with no peripheral vision so I keep my eye out for these things.
Salty also has a dense central cataract in the left eye. I compare this to my central vision loss from macular degeneration so I understand when he doesn’t see the dog next door or the jogger or recognize faces. I redirect him when I can and it helps me realize things I can do to help myself.
How has Salty helped me with my vision issues? Well, he makes me laugh out loud, play more, hug a lot and stay positive. All of these things reduce stress, focus me on the good things in life and remind me stay alert and aware all the time.
I took a quick break just now to cuddle up with Salty to share a few tickles, nose kisses and hugs. He’s always willing to love and that’s another life lesson.
I’ll be posting more stories about Salty and Pepi over the next few months so stay tuned.