Two days ago, all was well.
Yesterday, a large, hard swelling to the side of our Coco’s face.
Today, sleepy, unable to jump up on the settee in her space and sleeping all day.
Pets (I don’t like calling them pets, as they are members of the family), come into our daily world and just seem to fit.
Our Coco, was just another picture on a bookface post.
A family had bought her, but said to be allergic to her fur, despite being a dog trainer and handler, needed to find her a home. The cost was a lot of money, but she was only a puppy aged about 8 months.
I drove the miles to where she was, walked into the new-build house, looked at the bit of lawn, plain fenced area where she had to run around.
She slept in a cage, was put in the cage when the family went out, everything was neat and tidy.
She wouldn’t come anywhere near us, very apprehensive and timid.
We took her straight away.
Within days, she was out of the cage, left at the side of the front room, she loved sniffing the cat, who wasn’t amused.
100% bundle of energy, into everything, everywhere.
Within days claimed one side of the settee for her own, though still apprehensive around strangers and knocking on the door, with us, soon settled in.
Free reign of the house and garden, where we went, she went.
When our furball passed away, her room upstairs is the only one she doesn’t really go in.
Strange noises in the night, Coco wakes us all up to investigate.
For five years now, she has been a mainstay in the fun and games around this place, always has her nose in everything, the food guru, perfectly behaved and fun to be around.
She’s had her moments, being half husky, she’s a runner, every opportunity she’s legged it, but these days not so much as I’m faster than her now. She’s eaten hundreds of pounds worth of my trees, including the £45 peach tree we bought and planted, which lasted about a week before she chewed it down to a blunt stub.
So many happy times and yet now, I fear, in no time at all, she’s deteriorating rapidly and may not be with us much longer.
I sincerely hope I’m mistaken, but instinct tells me this.
This is why I don’t like pets, I get too attached to them.
Fingers crossed I’m wrong this time.