One big reason I took him to the other vet was that, not only was his eye still tearing and squinting, but he was hiding from us and cringing. He wouldn't sit on the couch with me (his usual daily spot) and we would find him in weird corners of the house.
Well, this morning he is next to me on the couch, with his head on my leg, where he belongs. Maybe it's the pain medicine, I don't know, but something is better, and that tells me I did the right thing.
I missed having my baby cuddling with me for the last week. I love him so much.