Nothing useful to say Mrs J so I will just send kind thoughts, you have such a lot to deal with, I hope you and your family can find some peace and happiness over the festive period.
Oh Mrs J I am so pleased that Bertie and Jessie may well have manageable conditions but so sorry about your son. I do understand where he is coming from but it must be very very hard for you and OH.
I really hope that you can find some peace of mind and have a relatively happy christmas.
Thinking of you all and thank you for the update it is much appreciated. xxxx
Thanks for the update. All I can say is that it's a good job you are made of strong stuff, as that's an awful lot to deal with. I'm not surprised you are feeling overwhelmed by it all.
I really hope it'll all sort itself out soon and things become more settled. Take care x
Words beyond those expressed are so hard to find. So I’ll have to content myself with sending more strength and support and best wishes to add to those already received.
Good to hear from you. We were all worried. Delighted Bertie and Jessie are still with you and improving.
So sorry to read about your son. Treatment is brutal and a rest from it not always a bad thing mentally and physically. Hope for all that he finds the will to return to it
Sending hugs to you all.
Oh good lord.. it really puts things into perspective doesn’t it.
Thinking of you and as ever sending love. I’d send a hug but plastered in dog hair so best not.
I will have a drink for you later on! X
Unbelievably I still have two donkeys and two dogs.
Despite beating myself up all over Christmas that I had made the wrong decision allowing myself to be persuaded to keep Bertie going, the owner was wrong and the vet knew better! I can't tell you how rarely I disagree with my vet or he disagrees with me, thank goodness he was right.
I woke up at about 5,30 St. Stephens morning to the old devil roaring his head off very near my bedroom window. It slowly dawned on me it must be him, he is much louder than the little one, but surely where he is supposed to be isn't by my bedroom window! I woke everyone up and we switched on the outside lights. There he was stomping up and down, very cross that although he had managed to get out of his hospital pen, he couldn't get to little Joseph.
It was still pitch dark but my son managed to sort them out, let them in together as it was very obvious that he was sound and very much his usual bolshy self and needed his pal, he hadn't been bothered at all prior to this he obviously felt so awful before. They have spent the last 24 hours romping around like two year olds. We are watching like hawks but so far it would appear he is definitely over the worst of it now despite now being reduced down to only one Bute a day. I can't tell you how ridiculously happy we all are. There is a Christmas fairy then?
Little Jessie holding her own but still very much a work in progress at this stage, we will not give up, look how wrong we were with Bertie.