I told Mom she needed to start this blog by saying, Thank-you for all your prayers, love and support". You will truly never know how much it meant to my family and I.
My family and I are Christians, though not the rude and offensive in your face type. Faith and Religion are something that's been argued and fought about for centuries. Nothing truly good has come of that yet, though many lives have been lost and friendships ended because of it. Mom and Dad don't see the point in being factious over peoples religion and feel everyone's beliefs deserve to be respected.
That being said we'd like to once again thank everyone that said payers for the restoration of my eyesight. Our prayers were truly answered and I am one pup that received my miracle. You did read that right pawfuriends. Our prayers have been answered and I can see once again. My vision in one eye is very close to normal, the other eye is considerably worse. Mom says that's ok. She's happy with almost normal vision in one eye. My dogtor was totally shocked at how much my vision had improved. (and we found out that she thought my ophthalmologist was being generous in saying I had 25% vision) Yups you read that right too.
Mom had been thinking I could see a little better after the 2nd week of medication. She wasn't sure and she didn't really want to get her hopes too high. Mom hasn't seen a lot of miracles in her lifetime and was a bit skeptical. I kept trying to get her to believe that it was true, that my eyesight was improving . Mom was having none of it. She kept giving me my drug therapy and praying I wouldn't lose any more of my sight, though she did have it on paper that "in some cases eyesight was restored".
I became determined that my pawrents were going to listen to what I was trying to tell them They were going to realize I had some of my eyesight back. Mom couldn't deny something was different about the way I was getting around the house and yard. Plus it was simply undeniable, I was catching my squeaky ball much better recently than I had been.
It was early and still a bit cool outside Mon. morning. Mom decided she was going to put her suspicions to the test. She put my Doggles on me and went to the closet door where my favorite toy of all toys had laid dormant since my knee injury. That right furiends Mom got out my soccer ball. OMD!!! I was one happy pup. I started dancing around like I was a 2 year old instead of an ancient 5 year old. Which told Mom something right there. I saw my ball. We got out in the yard and Mom threw my ball. You guessed it furiends. I sure enough saw my ball and started where I left off a few years ago. I am a soccer playing fool.
Now don't misunderstand, I do miss the ball once in a while, and I don't always see it at times, but I can see enough to do my most favorite things, play with my squeaky yellow Kong ball, and play soccer. (and if you know my Mom at all that's all she wants. Me to keep doing what makes me the happiest)
There's the possibility more of my vision may be restored. That's a wait and see sort of thing. I'll be on medication for the rest of my life for this problem. My family hates that, but it's not that big a deal if I can see.
I'm truly one blessed dog. I got the pawrents that are perfect for me. I'm a dog that doesn't do well staying inside. I like the outdoors and I like being active, my folks understand this about me, I have people that pay attention and notice the slightest changes in me and take me for medical evaluations. Had I gotten most any other hoomans, I would have ended up a 5 year old pup with many years ahead of me to live blind. Not being able to do the things that put my happiest smile on my face.
So I guess you could say I'm a dog that's been blessed twice in my lifetime. The first time with my perfect family that loves me completely. The second time with a multitude of furiends, incredible faith and prayers bringing to pass the restoration of my eyesight. Thank you for your prayers as I'm proof of the power of prayer and that miracles do happen. I was blind, but thanks be to God, now I see.
Molly the not so blind Dachshund and her very relieved Mom
My family and I are Christians, though not the rude and offensive in your face type. Faith and Religion are something that's been argued and fought about for centuries. Nothing truly good has come of that yet, though many lives have been lost and friendships ended because of it. Mom and Dad don't see the point in being factious over peoples religion and feel everyone's beliefs deserve to be respected.
That being said we'd like to once again thank everyone that said payers for the restoration of my eyesight. Our prayers were truly answered and I am one pup that received my miracle. You did read that right pawfuriends. Our prayers have been answered and I can see once again. My vision in one eye is very close to normal, the other eye is considerably worse. Mom says that's ok. She's happy with almost normal vision in one eye. My dogtor was totally shocked at how much my vision had improved. (and we found out that she thought my ophthalmologist was being generous in saying I had 25% vision) Yups you read that right too.
Mom had been thinking I could see a little better after the 2nd week of medication. She wasn't sure and she didn't really want to get her hopes too high. Mom hasn't seen a lot of miracles in her lifetime and was a bit skeptical. I kept trying to get her to believe that it was true, that my eyesight was improving . Mom was having none of it. She kept giving me my drug therapy and praying I wouldn't lose any more of my sight, though she did have it on paper that "in some cases eyesight was restored".
I became determined that my pawrents were going to listen to what I was trying to tell them They were going to realize I had some of my eyesight back. Mom couldn't deny something was different about the way I was getting around the house and yard. Plus it was simply undeniable, I was catching my squeaky ball much better recently than I had been.
It was early and still a bit cool outside Mon. morning. Mom decided she was going to put her suspicions to the test. She put my Doggles on me and went to the closet door where my favorite toy of all toys had laid dormant since my knee injury. That right furiends Mom got out my soccer ball. OMD!!! I was one happy pup. I started dancing around like I was a 2 year old instead of an ancient 5 year old. Which told Mom something right there. I saw my ball. We got out in the yard and Mom threw my ball. You guessed it furiends. I sure enough saw my ball and started where I left off a few years ago. I am a soccer playing fool.
Now don't misunderstand, I do miss the ball once in a while, and I don't always see it at times, but I can see enough to do my most favorite things, play with my squeaky yellow Kong ball, and play soccer. (and if you know my Mom at all that's all she wants. Me to keep doing what makes me the happiest)
There's the possibility more of my vision may be restored. That's a wait and see sort of thing. I'll be on medication for the rest of my life for this problem. My family hates that, but it's not that big a deal if I can see.
I'm truly one blessed dog. I got the pawrents that are perfect for me. I'm a dog that doesn't do well staying inside. I like the outdoors and I like being active, my folks understand this about me, I have people that pay attention and notice the slightest changes in me and take me for medical evaluations. Had I gotten most any other hoomans, I would have ended up a 5 year old pup with many years ahead of me to live blind. Not being able to do the things that put my happiest smile on my face.
So I guess you could say I'm a dog that's been blessed twice in my lifetime. The first time with my perfect family that loves me completely. The second time with a multitude of furiends, incredible faith and prayers bringing to pass the restoration of my eyesight. Thank you for your prayers as I'm proof of the power of prayer and that miracles do happen. I was blind, but thanks be to God, now I see.
Molly the not so blind Dachshund and her very relieved Mom
Here's a few pictures of me getting my eye Exam today. My Dr. Robertson and Barbara are the absolute best. They take wonderful care of me. My family and I love them dearly.
I told Mom to share a video of me having a blast playing soccer yesterday.
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