My dog doesn’t understand the word cancer – and I have to remain upbeat as he can pick up on sadness. It’s not easy – I’ve tried to find a support group. I’ve found Dignipets, which sounds like a dog version of Dignitas. I’m holding it together but tears are streaming down my face. How am I going to cope?
Muggles and I are off to visit the oncologist. I’m imagining us sitting opposite a doctor at an oak-panelled desk, but when we get there, I realise it’s less formal. I’m carrying a one of my sweatshirts in a bag to leave there for him to smell. At least he can feel that I’m close to him when I can’t be there. Will they give him a special gown to wear? Can I hold his paw when he comes round from the anaesthetic?
I save all these questions for the oncologist. I wonder if other people ask these sorts of questions – or am I the only one feeling like this? I know he’s not human but he is my dog.
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