Our Sandy used to have a bladder the size of a reservoir.
If she needed a pee, but the weather was wet or windy, she would shrug and leave it until the following day.
Things are different now. I have a feeling that the physical size of the tumour is interfering in the plumbing department, and not only can she not hold on so long, but is going a lot more often.
This is having a wee impact on my life.
During the day I frequently have to get up to act as doorman. Sandy is well able to open the door herself but she ain’t so hot at closing it again behind her.
The main problem though is the night.
I always let her out for a last pee and in fairness she always obliges. However she now can’t last the night so she has taken to waking me at some ungodly hour. This morning it was actually as early as nine! I tried telling her to feck off. I tried telling her to have a piss in the kitchen but she is a really fucking persistent bitch. [Sounds like Herself. Heh!] In the end I got up, let her out the beck door and then stood there in my pelt watching her flooding a portion of the garden. She came straight in again, so I gave her a Bonio biscuit and went back to bed.
The waggon woke me again at eleven. She wanted another pee.
It has been like this for a while now. Each night I get less sleep.
Sandy still looks as healthy as ever. She is happy and contented and thoroughly enjoying life.
I am fucking knackered!