In sickness and in wealth

Things can’t get any worse, or so the saying goes. Believe me, they can. They did. Having endured the months of lockdown, Jack, my black labrador, and I would often be found sitting in the chair dreaming of the shooting season ahead, and all of the delights that involved. That is until Jack developed a lump and a limp in early July.

Jack is my second black lab, the previous one living to the grand old age of 17 and without a vet’s bill in sight. Thus, it seemed eminent common