24/10/2025
When my dog is doing OK, I'm OK.
Willow is living on borrowed time. She has been for her entire life since being born with two heart defects and given a prognosis of heart failure in 6-12 months. We both had echocardiograms in the same week when she was a puppy: both diagnosed with dicky hearts. Both doing better than we're supposed to. We're a good match 😉
Over 7 years later, she's still here. Entirely unexpected. Celebrated daily.
There are changes. Some subtle. Others more confronting. I heard the scrape of nails as she dragged her feet, watched her hang her head, eyes dull and glazed, struggle up the stairs, then not using the stairs, weird changes in her breathing, refusing her favourite food, stop playing with her best friend, unable or no desire to get into the car or the cargo bike ...
I took photos. Deleting those where you could see she was unwell in her eyes. I was on edge, fighting through a cloud of uncertainty and melancholy.
Saw the specialist. Willow perked up, in part due to all the training we do around vet care and handling. Vet visits are fun. The specialist assured me it was not abdominal fluid I was seeing (one of the signs that the heart is giving final notice).
Willow perked up at home: bounced up the stairs, ate cheese, bothered her buddy, barked for more food, chased me on our walk ...
Just like that, the knot in my stomach, that I hadn't realised was there, was gone.
It's not yet her time.
We might have another Christmas together.
I'm happy with another day.
When my dog is OK, I'm OK.