Jess and the author on a gondola in Venice.It’s Christmas Day, our first in Italy, and I’m frantically attempting to use my poor language skills to communicate over the phone with the one vet that is open.
I learned a lot of handy phrases in preparation for our travels. “My senior dog has a UTI and is peeing blood,” wasn’t one of them.
Jess is 14 now, and just four weeks since leaving home in Scotland, this is our first indicator of how much life with her has changed.
“Fine.” I still remember the sound of my dad giving in all those years ago. When he’d returned from visiting my great uncle and mentioned that there was a one-year-old border collie that needed a new home, I don’t think he realised how much 16-year-old me would pounce on the opportunity.
It had been seven years since our family d...
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