Back at the vet, Dr. Lian flushed the ducts again. This time, the saline didn’t come out of his nose. It backed up, dribbling from the corner of his eye like a tiny, stubborn waterfall.
Mochi opened one clear, amber eye. Then the other, stained and wet. He let out a tiny mrp of contentment, closed them both, and dreamed of birds he would never catch, in a world where even his tears had nowhere to go but down his perfect, squishy face. blocked tear ducts in cats
She laughed and scratched behind his ears. “You’re not broken,” she whispered. “You just feel things more than other cats.” Back at the vet, Dr
“Is it painful?” Sophie asked, stroking Mochi’s back as he purred on the exam table. It backed up, dribbling from the corner of
Dr. Lian pressed the plunger. For a second, nothing happened. Then a clear, salty fluid spurted out of Mochi’s nostril.
“Oh, poor baby,” the neighbor cooed. “Is he sick?”