JIG

Never in a million years did I think that after I finished yesterday's blog, I was to get the most devastating news possible from the vet school. My dear loveable, laid-back Jig has nodules on his lungs, and a tumour on his pharynx. I didn't take in much of what else was said except that he is in no pain at the moment and has about a month left. He is still at the vet school and I am now waiting for a phone call to go and bring him home. I have already lost my two older collies this year, Judo- the guv- only 6 weeks ago. We have still not come to terms with that; they had good lives, lived to the full but Jig is only 8 and in his prime.

I was  going to destroy the blog and wait for better times to restart it, but just maybe, I can find some emotional release by writing about his final journey. My dear, dear Jig.