Hi, my name is Mosley. I'm a 12 1/2-year-old cocker spaniel with really bad glaucoma. It's now come to the point I need my eye removed immediately, but enucleation is expensive and my mom can't afford it.

When Mom adopted me in August of 2013, I already had a cataract in my left eye; I was only 3 1/2 years old. The vet said a cataract at such a young age means poor genetics. It's thought I came from a backyard breeder. Here I am (below) at about 4 1/2 or 5 years. The cataract is visible, but I can still see through it.

Mom didn't have money for surgery to remove the cataract, and as it progressed through the years, my eye developed glaucoma. The vet put me on Dorzolamide to reduce the pressure and lessen my discomfort. Most of the time, I make the best of it and smile throughout my day. I love to play with my tennis ball and squeaky toys.

These days, my eye hurts me more frequently; the Dorzolamide is no longer as effective. My eye looks ugly and sometimes shocks people meeting me for the first time. Since I live at her house, my Auntie Jaimie cleans the goop and the crusties off. Mom washes my eye when she visits me or bathes me. Looks pretty gross, huh?

After my blowout, I look like King of the Beasts. Farrah Fawcett would envy me!

I will be 13 years old on January 18, 2023. Mom said it's not a crime to get old. I'm still just as lovable as I was when I was young.

The glaucoma is so bad now, so painful, that the vet said my eye needs to be removed immediately before the pressure implodes it. My brother Derek said he would volunteer to take me out and do me like Old Yeller; Mom said he's not funny! (Derek, Mom said to stop calling me "Uggo".) My mom says I'm a good boy and don't deserve to go through this. Sometimes she sits on the floor and cries as she holds me. She says she'll never forgive herself for not asking for help back when my eye could still be saved. Dr. Bingamon also told her I need some teeth removed, but because of my age, it's too risky to keep putting me under, so my teeth and eye should be done in one shot. My "good" eye has now developed a cataract, dimming my vision, but that's a separate surgery to be performed by a specialist outside of Dr. Greek's office in a few months after I recuperate from this one.

Dr. Bingamon said it's urgent my eye be removed before it implodes. She said I'll be a new dog once I'm out of pain. Mom is concerned I won't wake from anesthesia this time. She's worried about losing her puppy, but she loves me so much she's willing to take the risk. I never show aggression, even though my eye hurts really bad. If anyone can please help my mom help me, we would both be so grateful; even just ten dollars adds up quickly. Anything, anything at all, donated toward my surgery (dental work is included) will be deeply appreciated. Thank you for reading my story.

Mosley