Yesterday, Ray had another eye appointment. I hadn't been liking the look of his 'bad' eye; the one with the glaucoma, cataract, and detached retina, so we headed back to the doggy eye doctor.
"His eye pressure is up," said the doctor. "It's gone from 21 to 45."
"Can we try the other drops?" I asked.
"Sure," she replied, then laid out the other three options I have if the new drops don't work.
We have another appointment in three weeks to re-check his pressure.