Poor Cousteau

Cousteau's eye was worse this morning. We managed to get him in to see the vet, and I was told that he would need a general anaesthetic to have it checked out.

It turned out that he had a piece of rye grass in his left eye. It was duly removed and he came home. He is still wobbly and a bit out of it, but will be fine tomorrow, I'm sure. He's been sleeping on and off. My poor baby.

Ma and Dad came back from Wanaka this evening. R, J and the kids will be back tomorrow. Chaos will reign once more. Great! :)

Off to check on tea now.

Night all.