JIG (Day 3)

We brought Jig home yesterday lunch time. First priority was to take him off for a walk, just him and me. He had been couped up in the vet school for two days, and me? well, I just needed some time to be with my boy on my own. We boldly ploughed our way through snow and over fields that hadn't seen a human footprint for several days. Jig loves the snow; I watched him weaving a zig-zag pattern, vandalising that pristine smoothness that had been there only minutes before and I couldn't believe that we have so little time left. I have to remember what Rory, the lovely vet at the vet school said,,,, Jig doesn't know he has tumours; for him, it's just business as usual...walks, feeds, play, sleep. It will be me and my hubby Frank, who will be watching every day, wondering when he will deteriorate and treasuring every single moment we have with him.
I spent yesterday afternoon and evening surfing the net, I suspect like many others before me in a similar position, looking for some possible way of extending his time and maintaining his quality of life. I wondered about trying some holistic approach that might boost his immune system. The trouble is, Jig has always had a very sensitive stomach; treats, bones, chews etc. are not part of Jig's life; on the rare ocassions that I forget and slip him something  outside his regular diet, the results are catastrophic. The last thing I want to do is cause him more discomfort now. I will however continue to seek advice and read all I can about alternative remedies in the hope that something will turn up that might be worth trying.
I am just back after a mad hour in the park with Jig, Flyn - our other collie and Ghillie, the Large Munsterlander. I look around the room and peace reigns. Ghillie has claimed the settee- well he is bigger and takes up more room....a lot more room!!! Jig and Flyn are both fast asleep in their baskets. The peace won't last, Frank was coming home early- Scottish trains are making travel a nightmare for him at the moment- and as soon as they hear him at the door, all hell will break loose. Even as I write, Jig- number 1 curtain twitcher and Ghillie have taken up their positions at the window; it's at least two hours earlier than normal.

I guess it's time to put the kettle on.