A friend of mine dubbed her the “Helen Keller Dog”. Molly was born deaf and with progressively bad eyesight. So that now she is almost entirely blind.
This is of course where you sigh, feel bad, look at me like I’m the the Mother Teresa of Pets. I’m not. And she would have no idea why you feel bad. She doesn’t.
For the most part, she cheerfully bounds through life, banging into furniture, falling down steps and and poking her eyes on low hanging branches. You see she thinks that how life works. It has never occurred to her that it works in any other way. Happily, she can’t even see other animals navigating through life without mishaps.
I think we live our lives in misery because we spend so much of it comparing our lot to someone else’s lot. This means that no matter how good our lot is, we are perpetually dissatisfied.
What do you suppose Molly thinks she looks like? I really doubt she thinks about it all. In her minds eye, she could look like a large flightless bird and it would make no difference to her. Its a non-issue. Because sight is of such limited support to her, anything visual would have small meaning as a self identifier.