Blindness. I don't think I will ever get used to it. I have had to let go of doing my jobs: going on long walks with Clare's Well guests is what I miss most. I no longer find my way home when I get turned around. I bump into things everywhere. People who are trying to protect me from hurting myself sound distressed.
I'm at my best when I just lie down and rest close to where others are. I am reluctanty moving from doing into simply being. Do you think I'm still of value? When guests arrive, I'm still the first one they reach out to touch. That's a comfort, but . . . . I need more time to digest the changes I'm going through. Do you have any suggestions to help me continue to grow into a mature dog?