I started to feed him this on a plastic baby spoon, and noticed it was coming back down his nose. I found this rather strange as it hadn’t happened with his milk. After persevering for a couple of days, I decided a vet visit was in order. The vet examined him very closely and eventually discovered he did indeed have a cleft pallette. It was understandable that I missed it, as it was very narrow, and a long way back into the hard pallette of his mouth. There was a real danger he could ingest food into his lungs and die of pneumonia. I thought about why the milk hadn’t come down his nose when he was bottle feeding, and decided it was because of the angle at which I held his head to feed him. I adopted the same angle for feeding his baby rice, and had a good response. Before too much longer I was able to get him onto soaked puppy bicuits which he ate himself, under supervision from me, from his own dish. I looked the defect up in many Golden Retriever books to see what I could do to help him, but every book I read said the same thing – if you have a cleft pallette puppy – cull it. I was disgusted at the idea – presumably this was written because it meant the pup wouldn’t be economically viable, but that isn’t what matters to me. Bili was alive and fighting to survive – and I had every intention of fighting with him! As Bili grew, I consulted my vet (Rob) again about what could be done to help Bili. He pointed me in the direction of a superb vet in Newmarket (Dick White) who was prepared to try to repair the pallette. Rob explained that Bili would have to be as close to fully grow as I could get him before having this op. as it could stunt the growth in his head. Rob warned me that leaving Bili that long came with a risk of him being susceptible to pneumonia for a long time though, as he would obviously have to eat during that time, and even one small morsel of food in the lung could be life-threatening. Fortunately I was able to keep him going with constant supervision at feeding time, and when Bili reached 9 months the decision was made to get his op done. I booked in at a B & B near to the clinic, and my husband kindly drove Bili and I all the way to Newmarket. Rob had decided that he would be involved in the operation and flew from Newquay to Stanstead to assist Dick White – his former tutor. This would mean that Rob would feel confident to tackle this operation here in Cornwall, giving other dogs with this defect a chance of survival. The day came for me to take Bili to the clinic for his operation, and my heart was in my stomach. I left him there having talked through the procedure, and all the risks involved, with Dick White, and headed back to the B & B for the long wait. Eventually I received a call to say that he was out of surgery and doing very well. I was told that the vets had found a second cleft pallette further back into his throat in the soft pallette, and that the entire procedure had been very tricky. Bili had to stay in the clinic overnight – which I found very difficult. When I turned up to collect him the next day he came bouncing out with the vet nurse who told me he had been one of the best behaved dogs they had ever had in the clinic! I paid my (rather enormous, but very worthwhile) bill and later that day I brought him home to Cornwall, and we have quite simply never looked back. When he reached about a year old I had him neutered, as the condition is hereditary, and I wasn’t prepared to take any chances with my girls having regular seasons around him. He will be 5 years old this year, and is a real character within the group, having regular sing-songs to keep everyone happy, and carrying his favourite thing – a tea-towel around as often as possible!