Jet's page

BLACKFACE JET 27th May 1993 – 15th September 2005 My big handsome boy, I could write a book on Jet, a dog I loved dearly, and though it’s been five years [at the time of writing] since he died,  I still miss him. My daughter had gone to Wales for some training with her dog’s breeder, Kay, who had a pup she'd taken from a shepherd who had him ‘spare’ after the others were sold. "Perhaps your Mum would like him," she asked my daughter, “of course she would” said Karen,  so I was railroaded into travelling to Wales to collect something I knew nothing about. I was faced with this adorable black bundle with a white leg, It was love at first sight. To me he was Numa re-incarnate, in a different guise, with the same lovely soft gentle nature, I felt I’d been given another chance to make amends for her. By this time I was on my own and could make decisions to suit myself.
I went through some of the happiest years of my life, with Tarc, Jet and Whisper, they get on so well together, with never  a cross grumble.
 I started training him for Competition, and he got through to test A  worked a bit in B – just. ,but he didn’t really like it, and one day he just refused to come to heel, I kept trying but when he pulled back when we went to enter the ring I accepted the fact that it was just not going to work with him.
 He was an ISDS reg. Border collie with both parents actually working for a living in the Welsh hills, but he lived the rest of his days as a passenger., and I couldn’t have asked for a better one. Always up for play with a grin on his face.
 One day when we were out walking he just slowed up, I gave him some Metacam as he had been diagnosed with Hip Dysplasia as a youngster. He picked up for two days then the same thing happened.  I got him home and he lay in the porch, his usual place, I made an appointment with the vet for that evening. Came time to go, I couldn't get him up, he just lay there, totally inert, I was sobbing and managed to get him on a blanket dragging  him up the garden path, my neighbour helped put him in the car, I'd told the vet what happened and they were waiting for me, When they lifted him out of the car one checked his gums and immediately diagnosed internal bleeding,  they  put him on a drip to stabilise him before X-rays, and would phone me later on that evening. They carried him through the door of the surgery, and I never saw him again.

When the phone rang about 9 0'clock that evening.......  they said they just couldn't save him , to this day I ask myself  'what did I miss' 'why didn't I see there was something wrong? ' I am usually so vigilant with my dogs and they are with me 24/7., he showed no sign of being unwell.  The vet told me it couldn't have been noticed it was obviously just an insidious drip, drip of his life blood into the stomach. I adored that dog and to this day my throat tightens up when I think of him.
 There's a hollow in a special place

The place you slept

There's a loneliness in a special place

Where we walked

An emptiness by my side

Where you once sat

There's a sadness in my eyes

To see you know more.

There's a special place in my heart

Where you now sleep.