“Oh, buddy,” she whispered, cupping his squishy Persian face. “What happened?”
At home, Sophie thought the problem was solved. She bought special tear-stain wipes and cleaned his face twice a day. For three glorious weeks, Mochi’s face was a pristine, fluffy moon. blocked tear ducts in cats
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. “Oh, buddy,” she whispered, cupping his squishy Persian