Following in Mum’s paw prints…

I haven’t been well. Deana thinks I have what Mum has. She took me to the vet, so that I could have the same meds as Mum has but our normal vet had gone home to Romania for a few weeks and we had to see a vet who doesn’t know me well. Deana wasn’t very happy. He said I might have cancer, pneumonia or a cough, which she has told everyone seems a bit hit and miss. He gave me antibiotics and said to come back but Deana said we will wait a few extra days and see our regular vet. I don’t know about pneumonia but I’ve had cancer twice before so I know it’s not that. I think Deana is right and I’ve got the same condition as Mum. Our hearts aren’t working the way they used to and we can’t clear our lungs and spend a lot of time coughing and spluttering. This makes Deana and my other family members, Bano and Sid, very worried, but I think it’s the fact that I can’t walk like I could just a couple of weeks ago which makes Deana even more concerned. We went away to the Cotswolds to stay with her sister and on one of our walks I couldn’t make it and I let her carry me which I have never ever done before. I tried to not let her see that I was tired but I just couldn’t make it.


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Back at the Vet’s

Poor Mum is not well at all. She’s been to the vet’s about four times over the last two weeks and she hates it. She’s had pills and injections and on Monday when we went the nurse told Deana that she should think about putting Mum down and that very probably I’d die soon afterwards too, “because that’s what happens when you have two. They pine for each other.” Deana burst into tears and I wish I could have told her that even though Mum is really ill we’re not going anywhere fast whatever that nurse says. It’s times like this that I wish I had human words. But all I could do was look as healthy and happy as possible, so there was none of my usual antics and panic at the vets. No panting and trying to escape through the door. No throwing myself off the vet’s table. I held it together really well. When we got home Mum said she was really proud of me.


Anyway we were back at the vet this morning and he said that the new pills were working and that Mum was a lot better which Deana said means she doesn’t have to think about anything horrible for now. Mum has to take pills for the rest of her life. Heart pills and lung pills. And these pills mean she’s going to be peeing even more than she already does. Deana says we won’t be going back to the vet for a long time. That she will keep Mum going for as long as she can.  Continue reading