02/03/2024
Last week our dog died. He was just 3 years old. If you don't mind, I'd like to tell you about him.
I remember when we got the call to tell us that the beautiful Wheaten Terrier called Fola had given birth. The absolute excitement of it... It felt like ages until we got to visit the puppy assigned to us for the first time. But... he wouldn't get out of the bed! He had zero interest in us. Instead, another one of the puppies came up to us and stayed by our side for the entire visit. He had a little red collar on and was the cutest little pup that we had ever seen. Thankfully, the puppy so keen on us wasn't assigned to anyone yet. So, when he was old enough, he came to live with us and we called him Jasper.
He was nuts! He had a witching hour (8-9pm) at night where he went even more nuts. The memories of which still make me laugh. This lasted about a year. All in all, the perfect best friend to our then 1 year old son.
About 6 months after Jasper came home and a week before I gave birth to my first daughter, my husband's back went, leaving us unable to walk Jasper. To our rescue came . It was to be a temporary thing but Rob brought adventure, fun, love and friendship into Jasper's life. So, instead, Jasper became a full time member of his pack where he remained until he became ill.
Jasper was a brilliant dog. Clever, happy, hilarious and affectionate. He loved to lick a face. He LOVED his grandparents. Even when he was very ill, he would muster up the energy to give the "wheaten greetin" that his breed are famous for to my parents and Ben's mum.
On our last outing with him to the beach a beautiful bikini clad woman sitting on the beach post winter swim showed him a little interest. He took that to mean she would love to have her face licked. He gave it welly 🤣 On the drive home, in what should have been a somber journey, as I warmed my feet on his body I couldn't help but smile.
I miss him in a thousand moments of every day. Jaspie my love, it was an absolute privilege. Thank you for choosing us. 🐾