Carefully weighing out the dog biscuits, I looked down to see my Shih Tzu-Dachshund cross panting in anticipation.
‘Be patient Maggie,’ I smiled. ‘Your breakfast is coming!’
It was August 2021 and I was feeding Maggie before taking her and her brother on their daily walk.
In our house, our four-legged friends came first.
Me and my partner Jacob, 25, bought Maggie home three years ago as a little sister for our five-year-old white Maltese-Shih Tzu cross Sid and she was an absolute joy to have.
She loved running along the beach with her brother – she was so playful and they were always up to mischief – and they were both brilliant with our little girl Elodie, now three.
Only, that morning, I noticed that somethingshe hobbled away from the bowl and went to lie down.
