My lovely gentle Jerry springer passed away at the vets this morning.
I know everyone thinks that their dog is special, but this boy truly was - he was an absolute delight to own - gentle, placid, quiet and always at my feet - am staring at his empty bed, at my feet, as I write this.
He was a rescue dog - I dread to think what had happened to him before he came to me, but he would go flat and cower for no reason - getting his lead out, sudden movements, etc - he gradually stopped doing it, but would still go flat if he was shouted at (not very often, but he was naughty sometimes!). He had no idea about playing, but when little Otto joined the household, he gradually introduced Jerry to the joys of playing
Even if Jerry's idea of playing was to stand with the toy in his mouth and just growl as Otto went bananas on the other end of it!
He was a complete disaster on the medical front, his worst afflication being hip dysplasia - but he loved going out, and, thanks to Cortaflex, was always full of beans on his walks - up until the very end. He must have been in some pain with his hips but he never ever complained.
I adored him, and I miss him.
Run free my special boy - no more pain - and plenty of rabbits and deer to chase
