Back to black because it seems only appropriate.
The not-unexpected e-mail from Kirsti has arrived.
There's no happy ending unless you remember the good times. So for what it's worth let's remember the dog who:-
1. Was adopted as a "puppy", but who turned out to be fully grown. And, so remained a small muppet all his life.
2. Who loved camping. Except he couldn't figure out how to get in a tent, so had to bounce on top of them repeatedly. This was not popular with other campers
3. Who liked nothing better than running mad down the side of a mountain. Sheep optional.
4. Who loved pubs, especially quiz nights which came with CRISPS... In earlier days he couldn't walk past Clark's bar without calling in to check on beer or crisp availability.
5. Who never knowingly let post into the house without first destroying it- or admitted defeat to let go of a stick.
6. Who, as first baby, hated the cherub with a vengeance when he first arrived: hiding under the bed when he cried. That he managed to eat the whole of Cherub's first birthday cake when W and I foolishly left cake and dog in car together is unrelated to this.
6. Who had formed a team with W. W even took him to work with him. Having been with W for the last 15 years he was never going to adapt.
I like to think of him as having gone to that happier place where there are unlimited postmen to chase, sausages on demand, and nobody telling you to "STAY and WATCH THE HOUSE".
Jock Dog 1993 or 1994(who knows) - February 2010
The not-unexpected e-mail from Kirsti has arrived.
Sorry to tell you and Cherub that Jock was put to sleep tonight. For reasons you know plus further advice from two vets. I feel quite upset about it so please dont call to discuss it. I have asked for his ashes back and i'll keep them for you two if you think you would like them.We know the reasons - he was old, he was pining, he was practically senile, crippled with arthritis and missing W.
Kirsti
There's no happy ending unless you remember the good times. So for what it's worth let's remember the dog who:-
1. Was adopted as a "puppy", but who turned out to be fully grown. And, so remained a small muppet all his life.
2. Who loved camping. Except he couldn't figure out how to get in a tent, so had to bounce on top of them repeatedly. This was not popular with other campers
3. Who liked nothing better than running mad down the side of a mountain. Sheep optional.
4. Who loved pubs, especially quiz nights which came with CRISPS... In earlier days he couldn't walk past Clark's bar without calling in to check on beer or crisp availability.
5. Who never knowingly let post into the house without first destroying it- or admitted defeat to let go of a stick.
6. Who, as first baby, hated the cherub with a vengeance when he first arrived: hiding under the bed when he cried. That he managed to eat the whole of Cherub's first birthday cake when W and I foolishly left cake and dog in car together is unrelated to this.
6. Who had formed a team with W. W even took him to work with him. Having been with W for the last 15 years he was never going to adapt.
I like to think of him as having gone to that happier place where there are unlimited postmen to chase, sausages on demand, and nobody telling you to "STAY and WATCH THE HOUSE".
Jock Dog 1993 or 1994(who knows) - February 2010
18 February 2010 at 15:28
Sorry to hear about Jock. Boy, he had a great life though. And a good innings as they say. Though who "they" are I have no idea. Let's hope he and W are having fun together again somewhere.
That made me quite sad.
18 February 2010 at 18:12
I'm so sorry to hear that sweetheart.
I'm with the Veg Assassin. W and Jock are now taking long walks together, walks with sticks, pubs, crisps and beer.
18 February 2010 at 18:16
Veg & Roses - It is strangely sad. Bringing it all back a bit. (BTW, is it just me or does "Veg & Roses" sound like sounds like a Country and Western combo?)
18 February 2010 at 19:46
Lovely post.
That's probably what Jock used to think when the letter box rattled.
19 February 2010 at 07:54
Rog - Thanks. Although I'm sure he'd have been outraged if he knew about the advent of e-mail..
19 February 2010 at 11:15
Jock lived his life to the full and no doubt missed his best mate---but he was at "that" age in doggy years.
If there is a God and souls, then I'm betting on him being with his mate.
I love my dogs but I hate that they dont have the 4 score and 10
19 February 2010 at 20:09
Sorry to hear about Jock.
There's a couple of virtual hugs left in the bag if you need one.
20 February 2010 at 08:43
Clyde - thanks - nice to think of Jock in some mystical afterlife rding upfront in Wayne's Winnebago.
They'll be on their way to the next real ale festival.
Mr Musgrove - You know, I might pass one on to Kirsti, who had to take Jock to the vet's..
20 February 2010 at 20:24
Like the others, sorry to hear about Jock. May he have all the sausages he ever wants.
22 February 2010 at 19:54
Mme Def - Thanks. He's earned them!
28 February 2010 at 16:46
(Will try to comment when stop weeping.)
1 March 2010 at 19:19
Elizabeth - Sadly that's the way it plays with dogs. Erm, we still have his ashes...