Eva,
I would have done the same thing you did -- keep the eye even though blind. I tried; it ruptured, and the choice was no longer mine to make. I know it sounds so stupid and even vain, but I look at my beautiful boy, and he is not beautiful to anyone but me anymore. I love him as much as I ever did -- maybe more -- but I liked it so much when people admired him, loved on him, came from across the room to meet him. Now all they want to know is what happened to his eye; his defect has become his chief feature. When I try to tell them he is a hunting dog, that he is a title retriever, that he is very smart and responds to remote hand signals, ...they feel sorry for him!!! Three days ago I was at my vet hospital getting the cat checked after his ear removal surgery (mast cell tumor), and I had Comet with me (River is in Raleigh for HIS surgery and rehab). Another client came up to me and asked if my dog was a rescue! That has never happened to me, and I am not sure why it bothers me so much. I transport rescue dogs almost every weekend (volunteer), and if the competitions my husband ran did not require purebreed/registration, we would NEVER have a purebred dog unless it was also a rescue. I guess it's because this woman's use of the word "rescue" in describing my dog indicated she did not see anything special in my boy. Oh, I probably have it all wrong here, and I don't explain myself well because I dont know why it hurt so much. I hope it's not that I am vain -- in that my dog is special therefore I am special or something like that. I am grateful every single day to have my boys -- all of them. And I am so lucky to have them. Anyone else relate to any of this jibberish? I am so clouded by tears over Angus and Jackson and Gunner and Bosun and Comet and River and Marge ...I am just rambling. Sorry