Tuesday, December 31, 2013


Jagger was the first dog we got to know when we first moved here. He was a stand-out, not just because almost every other dog was something white and fluffy, or a mini-Schnauzer. Then, we only had one dog, a mini-Schnauzer, and still I couldn't tell the other mini-Schnauzers apart.

Jagger was a Jack Russell. But not just any JRT. He was the tallest JRT I've ever met. When eventually we had Rupert, Jagger towered over our fox terrier. (He humped him too. But then Roop gets humped a lot, even by Queeni.)

And after getting to know Jagger, we got to know his human. She was still in secondary school then, a quiet teenager. But a responsible one. You had to be when you're in charge of feeding, walking and looking after a JRT who knows what he wants. And so when a dogsitter bailed on us when we were about to leave for a holiday, she came over, stayed over and looked after our two.

We saw her grow up, finish school, go through polytechnic, graduate, and start working. Oh, and there was a boyfriend along the way. He lived in the next block, and they used to walk their dogs together, and then come up and play with ours. And then the boyfriend became an ex-boyfriend, and then there was another boyfriend.

And Jagger got old, got cancer and has passed on. We feel like we've lost a dog too. Soon, his markings on the grass, the lamp posts and pillars will fade. And Queeni and Rupert will no longer smell him. I'm sure they will remember him though. We are honoured that they are two of only three dogs (the third one being the ex-boyfriend's dog, that fluffy brown one in the picture) that Jagger never barked at, never tried to bite. Because we were all friends.

Goodbye, friend.


Melissa Wiggins said...

Jagger, we feel like we know you -- and we will miss you, too. Romp happily at the Bridge.

snugpug said...

Ah, I'm not sure if Jagger romps. He's very alpha, very aloof, and if he condescended to let you pet him, he let you know that he allowed you to do that.

We do have a funny story of him, from years ago. I was walking the dogs in the playground downstairs when a ball fell from one of the flats above and landed on the grass close to us.

You should have seen Rupert's face: "Wow, goD in heaven, balls do rain down from the sky."

I picked it up, thinking that someone will come downstairs to claim it. It was the older brother in Jagger's family. Jagger was playing with the ball, his favourite, in the balcony 13 floors up, and shook it so hard, the ball flew off beyond the balcony.

Rupert was most reluctant to return the ball. I wonder how Jagger felt when he got it back with Roop's slobber all over it.