For those who read this and don't know about Jack: see picture at right. Jack is my sweet little guy and one of my best friends ever. He was diagnosed with diabetes this past January. He was in and out of the vet's offices many, many times over the past couple of months. For reasons too lengthy to deal with here, I wasn't real happy with the care he was getting, so we switched to a vet that came highly recommended. One of the first things the new vet said was "has anyone mentioned the fact that Jack is completely blind in his left eye?" No. No one ever mentioned that. Probably due to, or at least exacerbated by, the diabetes, he had severe cataracts in both eyes. Severe enough in the left as to blind that eye, probably some time ago.
As of this past weekend, he is now blind in both eyes. Saturday morning, instead of jumping off the bed as usual, Jack seemed very hesitant to move. I lifted him off the bed and set him on the floor. I then watched, very sadly, as he walked right into the wall behind the open door. Taking small hesitant steps he found his way to the kitchen, hitting the wall and furniture several times. After giving him his insulin shot, I usually give him a little rawhide chew as a treat. On that morning he couldn't find it in the palm of my hand, right in front of his nose.
It's been a few days now and I can see he's making progress dealing with this. Probably more progress than I am. He gets around in the house much better already, but he still spends much of his time under a chair in the living room - trying to stay out of the way, I think. He can't go out in the yard by himself anymore. Every trip involves a harness and leash - at least for now. I have to remember to tell him when there is a step up or down in front of him, and I try to make sure there are no twigs or stones on the path that would startle him. He is teaching me to slow down and look at everything. I'm guessing he will never be the same little Jack. No more running like a little bullet, or jumping straight up, waist high when he wants my attention. No more acting like a tough guy. He's slower, more timid, softer, and somehow he's even sweeter.
There's a good yoga lesson in this. Everything changes. Nothing stays the same, no matter how much you want it to. I just wish Jack didn't have to pay the price for this lesson.
| A few months ago - when he was still fat. |
| It doesn't show up here, but when you look into his (beautiful, soulful) eyes they look almost colorless. My sweet little guy. |



