Monday, November 25, 2019
A big day.
The district nurse is here at seven to change a dressing. She informs Angus that her husband has booked flights to Aberdeen in January. ' The flight and hotel package were very reasonable ' she adds by way of explanation. Angus quietly thinks to himself that they must have been very reasonable to justify a trip to blustery North East Scotland in mid winter. I suggest she take rain wear.
The animal hospital phones at ten on Sunday evening. All is well with Bob. He's had a second pee but is largely 'zoned out'. The vet on duty says that ' we must be prudent in our expectations'. He repeats this a second time just in case we haven't got the message.
Renal tests for the family fellow this morning, then a meeting with our local vets to discuss the results. Then home. In terms of the simple routines of The Rickety Old Farmhouse and its inhabitants this will be a big day.
Sophie is still at sixes and sevens. Sometimes she sits at the door and barks. Sometimes she whimpers. The message simple - Why can't we find Bob ? This is not the reaction we'd anticipated from this fiercely independent lady.