Pierre has seen Dr Heng of Mount Pleasant Sunset Way earlier today.
The diagnosis on his eye is no good. The eye drop he is using now has to be stopped. Dr Heng has given a different one.
She says that he looked well except for his eyes and that he probably was injured because of the deteriorating sight in the right eye, causing him to react slower than he would have, resulting in his accident.
So what is his problem? There is an ulcer in his right eye, it would have been growing for a while already. Dr Heng says the reason for is probably genetic, which means his eyes will fail progressively until he can no longer see.
Pierre has been given a collar so that he doesn't rupture his eye due to trying to scratch it from the irritation he feels in it. If the condition worsens or his ulcer ruptures, he may need to have his right eye removed. While his left eye seems ok for now, it is also slightly cloudy and over the long term, he may lose sight in both eyes.
He needs to visit her next weekend for a follow-up. Meantime, he will require 4 to 6 drops of 2 eye medicine to be administered every day, half an hour apart each time. He also need to be fed half a pill twice a day.
Dr Heng commented on his sweet nature being better than some pet cats, as he was calm and very well behaved. Actually, all the caregivers have also been surprised at the way he has taken things in his stride. If they do not know him, and someone told them he is treasured pet cat, it would be bought hook, line and sinker.
In any case, given the situation, a return to his old way of life and his home at the plaza is not possible. Thankfully, Carol is willing to continue to foster and care for him. The worry for the caregivers is the vet bills.
<- Pierre post vet visit
He was quite unhappy with all the hustle and bustle of the outing. and to be crammed in
the carrier, which is rather too small for him.
The added embarrassment of having to wear a collar seemed to prove too much for him - so he tried, and managed to turn away from the camera.
In Carol's home, the old boy showed how much of a sweetheart he was...
Waiting patiently on the table, for Carol to administer the eye drops.
Obediently licking the meds
Getting some food for comfort, and incidentally, his half-pill for the day.
He did not like the ridiculous collar, but he was stoic in the face of the inevitable, quietly enduring the caregivers' attention in getting making him a walking lampshade