Before Christmas we discovered “lumps” on both of our dogs and a visit to the vets confirmed our worst fears, tumours. Holly our other dogs were operable and she has ended up with a twelve inch scar running down her belly, Penny’s on the other hand were not, and so we found ourselves in the unenviable position of just waiting for the inevitable. The tumours turned out to be more aggressive and fast growing than we had hoped and so yesterday the decision was made to put her to sleep.
I take comfort in the fact that lockdown has meant that I have been at home with both the dogs since Christmas and of course a good portion of 2020 too, even if this has meant that exercise has been restricted to just walks and playing in the garden, and not their much loved trips to the local field with the tennis ball and “thrower”.
We nearly lost “Pen” a couple of years ago when she had to have an emergency “hysterectomy”, but the tough old bird came through that, and made a full recovery. I loved my “little red rocket”, immensely, despite the fact that the first time my Dad set eye’s on her he said “Is that it?”.
I don’t know who is going to keep Holly in line now!
God bless my lovely girl, Dad.