Farewell old chum...

A year ago today Jackson passed away, so very peacefully. I think of him often and J2 and I both miss him dearly. We would like to thank you, his blog readers and pals, for all your kind thoughts, messages and gifts, they really did mean a lot to us. We were touched that the musings of a small grumpy dog were enjoyed by so many.

I wanted to end Jackson's blog on a positive note. Many of you already know that in August 2010 we adopted another little dog in need, this time a 2 year old Welsh Terrier who we called Noodles. I think that Jackson would approve.

Much love,

J1 & J2 with Noodles xxx

RIP Jackson

One of the last photos of Jackson, taken by Diane at the recent Fox Terrier Fun Walk

It is with a very heavy heart that I have to tell you that Jackson died peacefully in his sleep last night. When I woke early this morning he was still warm but already gone.

As many of you already know, he battled against many health issues during the (almost) 6 years we had with him, including degenerative disc disease, Cushing's Disease, cataracts and had survived major surgery for kidney stones, primary hyperparathyroidism and lung cancer. A short while ago he had a stroke, followed by 2 others, but seemed to be making a good recovery. I think that in the end his poor body had just had enough.

He spent his last day cheerfully, as ever; he trampled some flowers in our garden, sauntered around the local park, dined on pasta and tuna and spent the evening curled up on my lap where I like to think he was dreaming of his favourite occupation, destroying toys.

J2 and I have been very grateful for your support, kind words and comments over the years and hope that you will remember Jackson fondly. He was a dog in a million.



J1 & J2

What's in a name?

Let's get one thing straight. I am not named after Michael Jackson. No way, José. I'm called Jackson because of the song (either the Johnny Cash & June Carter Cash or the Nancy Sinatra & Lee Hazlewood version).
When I was rehomed nobody knew my name and I wasn't going to let on. What do you think it was? Any guesses? J1 & J2 spent ages calling me every name under the sun trying to figure out what it was.
I think I got lucky because I could have been called Trampas after Doug McClure in The Virginian. What kind of stupid name is that? Luckily J2 didn't like it and put his foot down.