Captain Jack. A giant of a German Shepherd with floppy ears that briefly stood up, true to breed, for a day when he was a small pup, then decided the continued effort wasn't worth it and collapsed, never to rise again. I'd annoy my wife by telling her they were broken, but really thought they were the cutest thing in the world.
He loved water, had an irrational, baseless terror of bridges. Longest tongue in the world, always hanging out over his characteristically laid-back grin, he was an affectionate cuddle monster ever ready for a hug, adored a belly-rub and loved nothing more than to chase a ball. A loved and loving companion and treasured part of our family for just over a decade.
Ten years and ten months old. We said goodbye to him on Saturday morning. A peaceful parting at the end of a long, slow illness; it was far from unexpected, but it still stings like a bastard.
We shall miss him badly.
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