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As the days went by, Zena gradually became weaker.

Walking had already been difficult for her, but now there were times when she could barely support herself. She slowly dragged herself across the floor, and it was heartbreaking to watch.

Her owner was overseas and had fallen ill herself.

She couldn't return to the UK.

She also told us there wasn't a vet caring for Zena.

So we focused on looking after Zena as best we could.

If we heard the slightest sound in the middle of the night, we would wake up.

Sometimes she'd need the toilet, so we'd gently carry her into the garden, support her body, wait for her to finish and bring her back inside.

One morning, she wasn't interested in breakfast.

Not even water.

We thought she might eat later, but she didn't.

She was just sleeping all day long.

The same thing happened the next day.

And the day after that.

Three days passed.

We honestly thought we were reaching the end.

The owner, knowing how frail Zena had become, prepared us for that possibility. If Zena passed away while she was still abroad, she asked us to handle everything for her.

It was a difficult conversation, but we understood.