Storm is now on the last medication that can help him. He’s been back to the specialists. Thing is that what he has cannot be cured. He cannot ever again run and jump for a tennis ball, come for a walk around the village with me, try to catch snowballs. We are so very close to that point where we have to consider his quality of life, if we would be keeping him alive for us rather than him. He doesn’t even come upstairs now – and he would more often than not come and sleep on the floor next to my side of the bed. He hasn’t walked more than 100 yards at once, he is not eating. And yet he wags his tail every time I go to stroke him, talk to him. And he is only 3.