Blue
10th September 1990 - 30th March 2001

We first went to choose Blue when he was 6 weeks old.  He had blue eyes, and was a cheeky outgoing pup, quick to learn, and eager to please.  We had picked his name before he was conceived, we named him after the bear in Jungle Book, although that bear’s name (as we found out later) was Balu.   We bought all of his things before he came home, as you do, and they were all blue, his lead, collar, bowl’s and bed.   We picked Blue up when he was 8 weeks old, on the night before bonfire night of all nights.  Blue was wonderful with the children especially when they were small.  When Stacy, our daughter, was about 8 years, and Blue was a rough and tumble pup, he once pushed Stacy around, only to be told off by this small 8 year old child, after that he was very respectful of both the children. He made a wonderful family pet, who loved to spend time on our son Lee’s bed keeping him company.  Blue would protect us fearlessly when he was in the car, and at home.   He was a great companion to our cat Charlie, they spent hours playing with each other in the garden, and Blue was often seen with a silver tabby cat hanging off his neck in the garden.  

Blue grew into a beautiful adult dog, although he was sometimes a handful, and was always vocal, he worked like a dream, this was down to his breeding, Blue’s mum and dad were both obedience champions.

Blue was the first dog that Chaz and I had reared from a puppy, and it seemed that he had been part of our family forever.

It was a difficult decision to have Blue put to sleep, we rushed him to the vet on the evening of Chaz’ birthday (Which was when we had lost Bess, just two years before!) Blue had swollen up and was in a lot of pain, it all happened so quickly.  The vet said that he had a splenic tumor, that was bleeding, and that was causing him to swell up, Blue’s spleen was about five times its normal size and the tumor had grown to the size of a melon within hours due to the bleeding.  Blue’s heart was really weak and unable to cope, so that was the decision made for us, there was no way that Blue could have coped with a corrective operation at that point in his life.  This was a difficult decision for the both of us, and I would not wish that decision on anyone.  But we chose the kindest thing for him.  It was a quiet dignified way to let him go.

Blue had the biggest heart, the kindest eyes and the gentlest disposition, he will be remembered fondly by us all, and we all miss him so much.

In memory of Blue, beloved companion of Kim Worrall and Family.