. . . or we had! Poor soul came in yesterday morning with a sore, runny eye and I thought he'd just got some dirt in it and that it would water itself out. Anyway, he had his breakfast and then took himself off to sleep on his cushion. I bathed his eye a few times throughout the day, but all he wanted to do was sleep.
By 6 p.m., when he hadn't had anything else to eat (he loves his food and never normally misses a meal), I was getting rather worried, so phoned the vet. We got him an appointment for this morning, but I could see his eye was really painful and assumed by that time that he had conjunctivitis.
He was very listless all evening and just wanted to be cuddled.
This morning he was no better, so we got his transport box out and prepared to take him to the vet. Then I noticed a whisker-like object sticking out of his eye, which certainly wasn't visible yesterday. I got hold and pulled it gently, and out popped a dirty great seed the size of a grape pip. Poor little mite must have been in agony for the last 24 hours.
The vet cleaned it all up and put in some drops, and spent a while making sure he could see with that eye. Luckily she doesn't think it's ulcerated, so we must have got there in time. He just has to have drops in his eye 4 times a day for the next 10 days, so that'll be fun!! But we really can't begin to imagine the pain and distress he's suffered in the last day, it makes us feel quite queasy.
Having said that, once we got him home he raced to his food bowl, absolutely starving - back to normal I hope!