It's strange how things work out and it is interesting looking back on past blogs.
It is only 2 blogs ago I sadly wrote about Flint's sister dying and how it made me appreciate him even more. That has certainly been magnified by our visit to the vets on Tuesday which revealed that Flint probably has secondary lung cancer in both lungs that mean even if they located the primary cancer and got there would be nothing else they can do.
What a complete heartbreak. Part of the problem is that I knew he was ill and suspected something bad but there is no comfort in knowing you are right in these circumstances.
The good thing is that Flint doesn't seem to know he's ill - just an annoying cough but everything else is fine.
Initially being faced with losing him the emotion is uncontrollable tears but the vets words of a few months still were an immense comfort.
Now I am thinking how lucky I am - firstly to have shared a life with such a great dog and then to be able to ensure that I have let him know that for the last months.
We do take care of our dogs well as is noted frequently by other agility competitors but it is easy to lose focus on the older dogs when life is so busy and the young competing dogs need training. Obviously exercise, grooming and food are equally given - it is time spent with them individually that can be less.
Flint is no trouble in anyway and loves evenings watching TV so probably did not miss training time spent away from him - glad of the peace and quiet.
I have been given an opportunity to ensure time is spent with him so that I will have no feelings of guilt when he goes. To be honest spending time on Flint is so easy. He is always bouncy and happy, glad to play with a ball or flirt with another dog - doesn't matter what sex either :) and he pricks his ears up, standing tall. He will certainly be making sure he's a stud dog in his next life :)