Bam, bam, bam, click, click….grrrr, this is noise that greeted my family and me every morning as jill would run down the stairs, through the T.V. Room, then make the final sprint to the back door where she would then scan the yard looking for the animal that would invade her land day in day out…the squirrel. But the morning of the 18th of January 2008, there was no bam, no click, no grrrr, no this morning she did not wake up. She had passed away some time in the night before.
Jill was a different type of dog, she was not going to jump into your arms and let you pet her. In her mind you were there to please her. Your job was to throw the ball and then chase her so you could throw the ball again. But she never ran so fast enough you couldn’t catch her, just fast enough so she new she was in control. She wanted to be the leader in the house and we loved her for that. She was her own true free spirit.
Jill had a way of making people fall in love with her the first time she met them. She will be missed, but always loved and for that we thank her. May she rest in peace while her spirit runs free.
Thank Jill,
Chris
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Jill
Watching birds and and chasing squirrels
Jilly was a spirited girl
She was smart, yet loved to play
But you had to do it HER way
She hated to be brushed and groomed
So her soft, soft fur filled every room
She had issues, it’s true
But a finer dog, I never knew
Karen O’neill
