|Jet: 28th January 1996 to 16th February 2013|
The picture of her peering up at me through the bamboo was taken late summer 2012 - I think she was supervising me while I took out the rubbish - like any responsible owner, she supervised whether I needed it or not.
|Jet by Kat Foster|
|I'm sure I saw a snake here somewhere . . .|
|Checking for evidence, Spring 2012|
|In the snow, January 2013|
It was hard to imagine for those who only knew her in her later years, but she got her name not so much because was mostly dark coloured as because she was so fast - a jet-plane among dogs. Chasing birds was one of her earliest pleasures.
The indoor picture shows her sat in the middle of some paperwork I was trying to do sat up in bed: evidently on this occasion close supervision was required.
|Jet, not doing the filing|
Later that night she became suddenly very distressed, we stayed with her to comfort her through the night but by 5.30am she'd already chased off Death several times (no doubt leaving him with the seat of his robe torn) so we decided, very reluctantly, that we'd have to call in help. In the event by the time the vet arrived at 6.30 Jet had already slipped into a coma so she was unaware of the injection.
|A peaceful final resting place for Jet|
~~~~ updated 17th April 2013 ~~~~
Two months to the day today and the new Pell Wall Pack that have come take on Jet's mantle have been dominating our time and attention for some time now, but I thought I'd take a moment as the sun went down last night to capture the way her resting place looks now: the snowdrops are gone and Hammamelis is more-or-less over now - though it flowered on throughout the March snows - but the heather looks even better and now there are dwarf daffodils in flower, with more to come as these go over and the first shoots of lilies have emerged too.
|Jet's grave in April 2013|