I’m at the vet. Defa quivers almost uncontrollably because she knows, quite rightly, that nothing ever good happens here. ‘She’s lost quite a lot of weight, hasn’t she?’ the vet comments as the scales struggle to settle on the weight of the shaking dog. ‘Should I feed her more?’ I ask, knowing that she doesn’t [...]
Read more…This week we heard that our surviving dog, Defa, also has liver disease. Her prognosis is guarded: she could have as little as a year with us or she could live much longer, they can’t say until the worst happens. I have spent a lot of time with her – perhaps too much time – [...]
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