My poor grumpy old spaniel has been diagnosed with prostate cancer which doesn't have a very good outcome attached to it.
He's my parents dog really but we got him when I was 14 and he really does feel like a little brother to me. He's the main reason I come to see my parents so many times a week!
I'm having a 'sleepover' with him as they're both working and as he lies snoring on the bed next to me (don't tell mum and dad
), I'm so upset that this will probably be the last time he keeps me awake with his snoring and farting and kicking all night.
I'm heartbroken. My poor wee boy.