This morning her eye was swollen and she didn't want to open it. She wailed and cried and cried and wailed and we finally decided to take her in to get looked at. I called the telehealth hotline and they suggested the ER over visiting the day clinic as the day clinic wouldn't be supplied with the right things to check out eyes. So poor Dennis spent from 10am until 3pm today sitting in the hospital with Squeaky. He got a good snuggle out of the deal since she wasn't feeling up to doing much.
Anyway, the doctor pried her eye open and declared that it is just a scratch on her eyeball. He prescribed some eye ointment to keep infection at bay and gave her some extra strong painkiller. And don't forget the classy eyepatch. That is the best part!