This is Lindy's dog-cousin, Jasper, who was 13 years old. He died two days ago, after a very brief illness.
He was a good, gentle dog, who occasionally managed to leave home and go for a walk to the stores a few streets away. Store owners and clerks, even staff at the pub, knew to phone the house to say, "Jasper is here. We'll keep him until you pick him up."
He was very sociable. Here, he takes a tennis ball to meet his family as they arrive.
Below, he is looking at me as if to say, "What would you like to do today, Auntie Kay? Would you like to walk up to the stores with me?" Whenever I visited overnight, he would spend the night spread out on the floor beside me, on guard even when asleep. I loved Jasper, and will miss him very much.
|Kay Davies, photos|