My dog Jericho, who has been with me through a marriage, breakup, divorce, and 6 moves (including cross country) in 4 years, has recently developed glaucoma. I can’t afford the specialist visits he needs to get treatment under control before he loses his eye, as I just put all of the money I had into surgery to remove his skin cancer over the summer. He’s the sweetest little goofball, who loves wearing clothes (see pictured his favorite costume, the Fish), eating peanut butter, and going hiking. He’s a 10 year old boxer/basset hound mix (yes, I’ve had him DNA tested) who has been through seizures, cancer, and now this. I’ve always said I will give him the best care possible no matter what it takes, but I’m struggling with this one!