I’d tell you that there isn’t a day that goes by without me worrying about the safety or health of Tilly. I suppose like any other dog owner, I see Tilly as an extension of the family. As she gets older, I realise that her health is only going to get worse.
I suppose it all stems from her having diabetes a few years ago, and I’m always very concerned that it will come back. But I worry about what she eats and how much of it. She has a habit of scrounging on walks, and I get concerned with what she might pick up. I pull her away when I see things on the floor that she might eat, but she always finds something – usually when she’s doing her businesssiness and I’m trying to pick it up.
A few years ago she was taken to the vets because she had eaten a rotten pear. Her stomach was on the mend and they gave her some tablets to take. She responded well to the medication. Since then she has a stomach made of iron (touch wood!). Because despite how much she whines and is cheeky when she constantly demands for food, I love her and wouldn’t want her any other way. She’s our substitute child at the moment.