Rough Spot

This is Max. He holds a very large part of my heart and is embedded on my soul. He's a gordon-setter/flat-coat retriever and he's almost 5 years old. I adopted him almost 4 years ago from The Woodford Co. Humane Society and he has changed my life. Max brightens my day, he calms my spirit, and he's full of unique wisdom.

Last week we found out that our baby is sick. What we do know is that he has secondary glaucoma, but at this point that's almost the under-current. Max has been in and out of vet's offices, he was taken to Louisville to see a specialist, and he's on 5 different medications. What we don't know is what caused the glaucoma. He tested negative for the infectious disease (praise God!). There are still a slew of blood tests, x-rays, and urine tests that can be done in order to determine what could be wrong.

The good news is Max is still in good spirits, he's still loving on everyone, and he's just as frisky as ever. The bad news is he's on a lot of meds that go in his eye which is annoying, I'm sure that he's in some kind of pain, and he's not really into playing with Brier because they normally play rough.

To top it off all of this has been pretty expensive and we are not wealthy people. Which is an added stress in the midst of this whole situation. We'd do anything for Max. I'd give him my eyes if I could. But all this takes money and it just doesn't grow on trees. I have a very supportive family and am so thankful for all their kind words and help!

Pray for our Max. Pray for us.