Wilf and I wander down to the little brook at the foot of the hill. Last week he charged along its banks and stooped to drink the water but this week he's content to amble along the road beside me. Every two hundred yards or so he halts and settles down in the long grass to rest. There would have been a time when I'd have hurried him along but now we both stop, happy in the moment. He looks at the cormorants and egrets, I study the orchids in the hedgerows. A journey of discovery for both of us.
No doubting now that the pace of his journey is picking up. That boundless energy ebbing away to be replaced by an acceptance and contentment. This morning the dose of prednisolone increased to soothe the tumours pressure on the diaphragm . What a blessing to have two vets close at hand who treat each dog as if its their own and take the time to ensure that this final stretch is pain free and full of laughter.