Anyway, here's a bittersweet Christmas story.......
Last Wednesday, poor old Mr Bojangles who has already lost his sight and hearing, finally lost the use of his back legs. I know it's cruel to keep a dog with you when he can no longer get around, and knew it was time to make an appointment with the vet. I wanted to make the appointment for Friday, but Falcon, our lovely pony who has been so good to Victoria and George, was going on that day, and it was too much to lose two of our pets the same day. The only thing was to put it off until Monday, so I made the appointment for 11.30 yesterday.
We were all very sad about it, and George in particular said it was really horrible.
Bo continued to drag himself around by his front legs, and although he was eating enthusiastically, we had to carry him outside all the time.
Sunday evening we were in the kitchen, and heard the padding of feet behind us. We looked around and there was Bo, on all fours, looking for his supper!
We know it's only a reprieve, but you can imagine how happy we are to have him for another Christmas - our little Christmas miracle!