Mr. Chick is an emotional guy — everybody sees it the minute they meet him. He ponders and worries and pines and begs and wishes and dreams and suffers and loves. All day long. You can see it in his talkative ears and his wrinkly forehead and his pouty mouth and his quivery body and his soulful, expressive eyes. Please love me, they say. And we do, of course.
He doesn’t shed many tears — because although he would lead you to believe that his life is one full of difficulty, he actually lives a life of luxury — but he does have semi-permanent tear stains on both eyes, hinting at tears shed from pure, Chick-like emotion.
And over the past few years, he has been growing an extra-special eye feature on his left eye. It’s a little pink bump of tissue right at the edge of his lower eyelid, right up against his eye itself. It’s not malignant. But it is there. For a while now, our vets have told us to just keep watch over it, and let them know if it gets bigger or starts to irritate his eye, leading to bleeding, tears, or other irritation. For years, there was nothing. We didn’t think about it. But lately, we’ve been noticing bigger, more frequent tears, and some irritated redness to the little intruder.
So at his last annual exam (which went marvelously, by the way), the vet decided that it’s time — a minor surgery to remove the silly bugger so it doesn’t rub against Chick’s beautiful, expressive eye and bother him any more. It’s a quick, easy procedure, and there shouldn’t be any complications. But still — it is surgery, and he’ll have to go under full anesthesia — something that carries a slight risk for a dog, especially an older gentleman like the Chickster.
By dinner time, he should be home snuggled up with his Doodlebug on his favorite sofa, tucked in to his favorite blankets. But in the meantime, please send him a well-wish or two!