Dog Days

End stage

On Saturday my poorly dog came home from the vet sore and sleepy. She couldn’t even get up and wasn’t drinking or eating but we expected her to be more herself on Sunday. On Sunday she was worse, wimpering and not moving. Unable to tell whether she was recovering or dying, Matthew and I discussed [...]

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The crap bit of a vet’s job

I am in the crowded mall with jingly-jangly Christmas music and public service announcements juxtaposed with the din of shoppers, marking time while the dog is operated on at the specialist vet in town. My cellphone rings. The Bristol area code prepares me that it’s the vet calling. ‘It’s not good news about Brin I’m [...]

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Bad news comes in threes

Last weekend Matthew received a phone call from his family, one of those phone calls which starts with ‘you’d better sit down, I’ve got bad news’. We are all still reeling from the call. He has spent this weekend visiting his family. It feels like he has been away every weekend for about two months [...]

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Furunculosis

Defa, my beloved springer spaniel – and most definitely not the sh*t-eating, wee-drinking one – has another large lump. Last time she had a lump removed the vet told me there was an outside possibility that she had diverticulitis. She’s young and there’s no indication it’s cancer, but, here, it could be something just as [...]

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One less job

When I went into the bathroom today I noticed that the potty was empty. Not only was my son weeing in the potty, he was also tipping it into the loo when he was finished. He clearly likes things clean and tidy. What a boy after my own heart! I went into the bathroom later [...]

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Dog days

When I can stop feeling self-centred about my own depression for more than a few minutes the one thing in particular that really bothers me is the quality of life our dogs have had since the children were born. I’m sure the quality of my previous work might have been better without a dog on [...]

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