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Onwards but not upwards

One month ago today my dog died. Today I got a call from the vet telling me that our surviving dog is showing signs of having the same disease that Brin died from. On Tuesday I will be taking her to the same referral vet in Bristol that called me with the devastating news about Brin just before Christmas.

Meanwhile my parents’ dog remains critically ill with us. I took her to the vet today for a steroid injection that alleviates her depression and deterioration temporarily but will cause long-term problems for her. Irrelevant, she will not live that long.

My husband’s father is telling us that he is refusing treatment that will prolong his life by a couple of weeks because he doesn’t feel it is worth it. There’s nothing I can write about that except to say that we will be making our way to see him in the next couple of weeks.

Oh, and that thriving baby? When I got him weighed today it turns out his weight has slipped downwards across another centile.

I honestly don’t know how much more bad news we can cope with at the moment.

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