Tilly and Mabel have been with us for four years now and we love them to bits. But I really did not want them. Doesn’t that sound awful. But if things had gone according to plan we would still have have had three dogs called Annie, Jess and Rosie. Rosie is the vertically challenged one in the middle, beautiful black Jess is on the left and little brown Annie is on the right.
Annie and Jess
Annie and Jess joined us at 10 weeks old…advertised in our local shop as labrador/spaniel cross’s, the last two pups from a litter of ten that nobody wanted. We went along to bring home one of them and somehow came home with two. Best buy one get one free I have ever had! For ten years Annie and Jess slept together, played together and fetched sticks together.
Annie and Jess

In April 2011 Jess stopped eating. We took her to the vet who took scans and gave us the worst news possible. She had cancer in her throat which had spread to her internal organs. Two weeks later on Good Friday, a beautiful sunny spring day, Jessica was put to sleep on our lawn in the sunshine. We buried her in the garden.

From that day on I wanted her back. We had to find another black Labrador Spaniel cross and bring her home. I would travel as far as it took. But another Jess could not be found. My friend told me about a litter of Sprockers that would be available shortly and we went to look. I didn’t like them…they weren’t Jess. However Richard my husband fell in love with them and, desperate to fill the hole in my heart, three weeks later we collected Tilly and Mabel. And so their adventures began.

Annie is now 14 years old, still going strong and enjoying life. In a perfect world Jess would still be on the other end of her stick.

I wrote ‘Waiting at the Door’ for my beautiful black Jess x

Annie and Jess


2 thoughts on “Jess…

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  2. Candace Warren

    Your story is touching and sweet. I can relate. I just lost my English Springer Spaniel, Petey, to cancer, and when I knew it was time, his eyes told me he was ready. Of course, I wasn’t. I would have never been ready to let him go. I adopted him from a local shelter at 3 yrs. of age, and for 9 years, he was my “puppy”. Our last two weeks together, were filled with warm breezes, long walks until he needed to rest, and me telling him I loved him about 100 times a day. I kissed him on his forehead so many times, that I wanted him to feel my love, and to take it with him as he closed his eyes for the last time. Sadly, he did not close his eyes. Maybe he saw a light and it was there to guide him to that bridge. I hope everyone he loved, and that I loved, was there to welcome him. I will see him again one day. Now, every breezy day, I feel him with me. And now, I have a lucky dog to share my heart with again – a black Sprocker, who’s 5 years old, and has seen his fair share of a less than loving life. But his with me now, and he will have the best of the rest of his days, surrounded by my love.



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