Once again I am awake in the early hours of the morning, this seems to be a becoming a regular occurrence of late.
I am reminded how much my dog, poppy or popster, means to me and how worried you can become wen you realise they too are not immortal and will one day not be with you. It was only last week I buried my Grandad. As she sleeps and is snoring away, I am told most cocker spaniels do, she is blissfully unaware of what the outcome of the next couple of days may mean for her. Yesterday I found a lump on her ear and after some investigation by firstly myself and then the vet, I now get to play a waiting game of is it a good or bad lump. Lump to me sounds better than tumour.
I suspect the only thing she is aware of is the fact I am nervous and worried and last night she laid on my feet and followed me everywhere. Out of the two of us she is the strong one that is for sure. She merrily wags her tail and can cheer me up in an instant. Any pet/dog owner can relate to that one. Having now had Poppy for five years, I have no idea what I would do without her and I truely would be a lost soul.
As I wait impatiently on the news of the sample, if the outcome is bad, Poppy will loose most of her ear. I am sure she will adapt and probably after the pain has dissapated, normality will return. She shall be back to barking at me when it is her dinner time, wagging her tail and waking up and do her shaky thing at 5.30am when I could potentially stay asleep till gone 6am.
However, right now she is a little off colour and when she is sad so am I. She is the most loyal and loving dog and is my rock! Anyone who knows me will know that. :o(