Sad times today at the Peatman house. Our dog, Jasper, died this morning.
He got up OK, had a run in the garden and then collapsed. We got him to the vet at 8-30am, but he was fading fast. Mercifully we didn't have to have him put down, as he died naturally just after 9. We got him as a rescue dog in 2001 from the local Dogs Trust centre near Kenilworth.
He had been found on the streets of Manchester in the August, and was accepted by them from Manchester dogs home, where he would eventually have been put down, if unclaimed. No idea how old he was - they said 4 when we got him, but we think it was more like 7.
He was smelly, had a delicate tummy, shed hair everywhere and had a curious passion for spaniels. However, he was daft, soft-natured, loyal, loving and even cured several people of their fear of dogs. There was never a flicker of aggression to any child or friend; he only got stroppy with people who could be perceived as aggressor or intruder.
So we'll miss you, old man. What will we do with the spaces in the day you used to occupy?