This week we heard that our surviving dog, Defa, also has liver disease. Her prognosis is guarded: she could have as little as a year with us or she could live much longer, they can’t say until the worst happens.
I have spent a lot of time with her – perhaps too much time – in the last few weeks as she and I have grieved for Brin. We walk and walk in the spring sunshine and it is here I miss Brin the most, away from those who know I am not dealing well with her death.
And now to think my other dog may suffer an early death too is devastating.
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