Paralysed with fear this afternoon, my beautiful old staffy boy Rusty is at the vet, and has to stay over night. They have found a big ‘mass’ in his abdomen. Waiting for the ultrasound in the morning to reveal more. 

I just wish humans and animals could communicate at times like these! (actually, most times!) Beating myself up – could we have got to it sooner? Have we been so self absorbed we didn’t notice some small sign?

I know with all the problems in the world this might be insignificant, but he’s my furry son and I love him. 

*Fingers crossed*