But now, we seem to have another problem. Jake.
In a nutshell, he's had two infections this year and has been having a lot of trouble going to the toilet. I would say it's his age, but actually, he's a lot younger than me, only middle aged really. Sometimes he has had an 'accident' in the house. At first, I thought he was being lazy and I made sure Jenny knew it wasn't me, but now I think he just can't help it.
Anyway, things came to a head with his last infection and all the shouting he was doing when he went to the toilet. He was back and forth to the vet's and I think, although he is much better behaved there than I am, the novelty was beginning to wear off. Eventually, after various tests, the vet told Jenny he has something called 'transitional cell carcinoma' (I'm quite proud of myself for remembering that mouthful!) and that they could give him medication to keep him comfortable but they couldn't make it go away.
Funny thing is, since he's been on this medication, he seems to have had a new lease of life - he's even been up for the odd wrestle with me, something he hasn't wanted to do for a long time, but he still has to keep going to see the vet and whenever Jenny is around, he looks at her all the time, as if he is willing her to make him better.
