 |
 |
 |
 |
 |
 |
 |
 |
|
This site is dedicated to my Mother who encouraged my love of animals...
|






371365 Visitors

|


|
|
|
Denva
|
Trumond Paddington At Jenwisp
|
|
Date Of Birth:
|
7 May 1990
|
There are more pictures of Denva in the gallery
Hips 7:5 = 12. Eyes Normal
When Solo died, I rang to tell Sue. Later that evening she rang me to say that the puppy they were keeping out of Fanzy to Mouse was mine if I wanted him, to replace Solo. Sue and Fred Thomas both knew how upset I was. But I didn't want a puppy at that time. Some weeks later I went down to the cottage to collect some dog food Fred had got for me. He brought in this puppy and handed him to me. I put him down and played with him that was the last time he played with a ball. I found myself walking to the car and getting in, still with the pup in my arms. This was Denva. Even with his bad behaviour in the ring (he wouldn't stand still) he managed to qualify for Crufts at Windsor.
He began to be unwell in 2000. His breathing became laboured at times, but it didn't really bother him. There was nothing to indicate an illness in itself. He ate normally, did what he always did, without any problems. It was not until the beginning of March 2002 that it began to bother him. At the end of March he got worse and he started to bring up foam and off we went to the Vet. He vomitted on arrival at the Vets. So, just six weeks short of his 12th birthday, he was given sleep. Sleep well my gentle giant.
|
If you would like to see Denva's Pedigree,
please click on the picture to the left to pop up a window.
|
When I come to the end of the road
And the sun has set for me
I want no rights in a gloom-filled room
Why cry for a soul set free?
Miss me a little, but not for long
And not with your head bowed low
Remember the love that once we shared
Miss me but let me go.
For this is a journey we all must take
And each must go alone.
It’s all part of the master plan,
A step on the road to home.
When you are lonely and sick at heart,
Go to the friends we know,
Laugh at all the things we used to do
Miss me but let me go.
|
 |
|
|
|