Jig: Day 7 The Aftermath.

After a sleepless night on Sunday night and all of our traumas yesterday, I thought Jig might do better with a night downstairs. Maybe, I had disturbed him too much or maybe it was just too warm upstairs for him. I shot downstairs or rather hobbled quickly...my back was agony after a day in the car yesterday, to find a very happy Jig giving it serious vocals with tail going one way and the rest of him the other. He was definitely none the worse for his day out in the car, in fact, he was positively bouncing and the brightest I have seen him for a while. That was more than could be said for Frank who was definitely the worse for his marathon slog home on foot yesterday. British management is really unbelievable. With Strathclyde police advising people not to travel today, I heard one poor woman on Radio Scotland saying that if she didn't get into work she wouldn't be paid; she had had a text to that effect from her employers this morning. What does she do? she cooks at a school for kids who weren't even going to be there today. Unbelieveable.

I phoned the vet school this morning and Rory is sending Jig's new meds out by post so unless there is another scare, I am saved from another struggle through the Arctic Wastes of West Central Scotland for the time being. At the moment, Jig appears to be in slightly better condition than either of his carers.

We took him with us to the post office this afternoon. We slipped and slid and staggered while he bounded along quite happily. It was rather like the film "The Day After", out there... hardly any cars about, people out on foot, none of the local roads cleared or gritted- needless to say.

So this is the seventh day since the bombshell of Jig's illness was dropped on us. It has certainly been an eventful 7 days in all sorts of ways. I am now more glad than ever that I decided to carry on with this blog. Not only because of the massive support from people, but because it has started me collating and bringing together photographs and memories which one day I am going to be so glad I have.

                  One of the many mountains Jig has climbed. Haystacks in the Lake District.