Show him, Sadie. See? Look, look! See how she can’t see her cookie?” I was seated across from an 11-year-old snowy Schnauzer that was apparently oblivious to the treat dangling in front of her. I’d known Sadie for six years, since her family fled the frigid winters of upstate New York for the milder climate of coastal Carolina. I’d also seen this coming for a couple of those years (pun intended).
“No matter what I show her, she can’t see it anymore. She constantly bumps into things. And her eyes are so cloudy. Can Sadie see?”
While the answer may have been obvious, delivering the diagnosis to Sadie’s mom required a delicate touch.
“I believe you’re right. I’m afraid her cataracts have finally progressed to the point of severely limiting her vision. She may still see shadows, but I think it’s time we discuss cataract surgery again.”
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