Mo

This is Mo (again). He's round-about a year old now, lots of fun, seriously ill (most likely terminal). We spend our time enjoying his impishness and keeping a watchful eye for that moment when it all becomes too difficult and stressful for him. We're doing exactly the same for Homer the big silly dog, who's illness is neither serious nor terminal but it is incurable and extremely painful and one day it will just be kinder to . . .

The vet won't be surprised when we bring one or other of them in, it's just a toss-up which one will be first.