Honey – Page 2 – Hank Kalet

The dog seems better. My panicked concern of a few weeks ago is subsiding, though my wallet is considerably lighter than in the past.

For those of you who don’t know the story, my pup Honey (pictured on a deck in Corolla, N.C.) went blind unexpectedly a few weeks ago. A visit to the a specialist in Red Bank confirmed that her retinas had detached due to high blood pressure.

This, of course, was two weeks before we were to leave for the Outer Banks for vacation — a vacation that was to include the pup for the first time. So, we begin giving her high-blood-pressure pills — at $140 for a month supply — along with her steroids and hope for the best.

The vet told us at the time that her sight could return — though there was a very small window of opportunity.

We head south and she seems worse. She’s hyper and confused in the van, continues to be confused in the rental house — until she begins to settle in. She went from tripping on the stairs to catching a ball in the air in the matter of a week.

So panic and concern are giving way to elation. We have an appointment for her in Red Bank on Friday, so I’ll know more then. Let’s just hope she continues to progress and, for our checkbook’s sake, we can take her off the blood-pressure pills.

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An eventul morning that, unfortunately, is the culmination of a strange and difficult week for my dear doggie.

Honey, my often-too-active mutt, has suddenly lost her sight — within days, literally — and has gone from a dog that could out run a thrown tennis ball and catch it over her shoulder on a fly from 50 yards away to walking into walls and doors.

If that weren’t bad enough — and it’s bad, believe me — she managed to get out of our fenced-in yard this morning and wander up the block.

A little background: I get up at about 6:15 every morning with her to let her out. Our yard is fenced, so I just let open the back door and lie down on the couch for an extra 10 minutes of shut-eye before pouring my coffee and getting into my running clothes.

Often, she’ll either bark or body slam the back door when she’s ready to come in. This morning, however, she didn’t — and she wasn’t visible from the back window. I thought she may have gotten lost back behind the pool, confused in her sudden blindness, so I pulled on sneakers and jeans and went out.

That’s when I found the fence gate open.

The gate is always closed and Annie and I have no idea why it was open this morning. Honey must have nudged it somehow and then wandered off. This has happened before — though, she almost always wandered right to our front door, where should would take a seat and wait for us to find her.

This morning, however, she wandered up the street, and into the yard a couple of houses down. I was in full panic mode, unable to find her (she was obscured by a set of bushes), and not sure what to do. I jumped in the car and drove around the block, hoping I’d come across her and that she hadn’t been hit by a car.

Annie called me on the cell phone shortly after I left — our next door neighbor found Honey just across his fence (his dogs were barking, so he went to investigate) and he helped Annie corral her and get her back to our house.

Needless to say, it was not a good morning — made no better by the news that we’ d need to take her to a specialist in Red Bank and that we probably would not be able to take her to North Carolina later this month (we finally rent a house that allows dogs and she can’t go — figures).

So there it is. I’m still hopeful that the specialist will determine that it is treatable and that with medication she will regain her sight. I also know, however, that she will adjust either way.

I’m not sure, however, whether Annie and I ever will.

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