|Birth: ||Oct. 16, 1995|
|Death: ||Aug. 16, 2007|
Jimmy was a pedigreed pale red cattle dog, who was a member of our family for nearly 12 years.
Originally, Jim was owned by our son, but stayed with Mum and Dad when our son left home.
Right from the start Jim was a character, with a personality all of his own, and big brown eyes that could talk to you.
After our son left home, Jim became my husbands friend. I say friend, because often, Jim seemed to be the only one, who could provide the comfort and understanding, when my husband experienced a dark period following the death of his mother.
He also always seemed to know when my husband was bedridden and suffering from his numerous health problems, and would sit at the door to the room, keeping watch.
Jim was neutered when he was six months old, and the night he came home from the vets, my husband spent the night lying on the floor next to him. After this experience, Jim would never willingly get into a motor vehicle.
He always knew when our son came visiting, as he seemed to know the sound of his car, and would start whining and trying to tear the door down, before our son had even left the car.
Jim was a comedian, and a photo hog, and was always willing to be dressed up when we were having a party of just to have his photo taken.
He honestly thought he was a person, and as such should eat people food, thus, he loved fruit practically banana, apple, watermelon, grapes (but we would have to take out any seeds, and squish them a bit), peaches, plum, apricots (especially dried ones), orange (peeled and segmented, then broken in half)and strawberries to name just a few, and cooked vegetables. He was never, ever fed scraps from the table.
After a couple of years, Jim developed several lumps on his body, with a particularly large, soft one on his right front leg.
The vets told us continually that this was normal in his breed of dog, and not to worry, but during the vet visit in February 2006, we mentioned that the lump had turned hard.
In 2005 Jim had some how injured or bumped his right ear, damaging the blood vessels and causing blood to build up between the skin and cartlage. An operation followed and he had only recovered a few months when the other ear was injured in the same way. Another operation followed to remedy this, during which some of the lumps were removed, but not the one on his leg.
A biopsy was performed on the lump, with the results showing a very, rare aggressive form of cancer. Another op was performed, with Jim receiving over 100 stitches both inside and out. He came home with tubes sticking out of him, and his leg heavily bandaged to keep it stiff and immobile.
Jim seemed to recover, but a few months later, his leg went stiff and he was having trouble walking. He was placed on a course of steroids, after which he improved, almost back to his normal self.
It was not long before he started limping, and did not like having his leg touched. The vets verdict - the cancer had come back. They could amputate his leg, but there was no guarantee - the cancer had spread through his body.
He was in pain and could hardly walk, when the heart breaking decision was made that we could not let him suffer any more.
The vet was notified as well the proprietors of an animal crematorium. We did not want his body left at home after the vet left.
The next day, one of the saddest of our lives, justified our decision. Jim dragged himself out side to relieve himself and could not drag him self any further than the door.
He was given tranquilisers, then clean bedding and cushions were placed on the lounge room floor, candles lit and soft serene music played. My husband lay on the floor with him just stroking his head as the vet did his work. By then Jim was sound asleep from the medication.
He was treated with the utmost dignity by the cremation staff. Placed on a covered stretcher, his head placed on a pillow, his favourite shirt and toy placed with him, then covered with a blanket.
A fortnight later, his ashes were delivered in an urn, together with a Certificate of Cremation, a lock of his hair tied with a gold ribbon and a certificate with a paw print.
Our loyal friend Jim, now resides on a shelf in our lounge room, where he is still able to keep an eye on all the comings and goings of his still heartbroken Dad.
The plaque on his urn reads
Our Mate Forever
16/10/1995 - 16/08/2007
You were always there when I needed you
Devoted, loving and true
I could not have wished for anything more
Than a faithful friend like you
CERTIFICATE OF CREMATION
With the Fullest Dignity and Respect
Dearly Loved Loyal and Faithful Friend and Companion of
THE BUTLER FAMILY
Was Cremated on Thursday 16th August 2007 at
Peace of Mind Pet Crematorium.
Cremated, Ashes given to family or friend.
Specifically: Jim's ashes are in a black urn in our lounge room
Created by: Muriel Butler
Record added: Apr 07, 2009
Find A Grave Memorial# 35638400