Requiem for a terrier

      Now it's 'the one terrier'.
      Our old Jack Russell/Border Terrier cross, he was nearly seventeen, has finally gone to the Lampost Museum.
      No wonder the Romans named them terriers, he was tough as they come, Rufus fought to the last despite a heart problem, arthritis, diabetes and finally being blind and deaf.
      His parting shot a week ago was to nail another Border Terrier and put it on its back in a bite choke hold. Thank goodness he wasn't as strong as he was even a year ago...
      There's only one thing to do now, well three really, pour a strong pale ale, remember the good times and howl at the moon.
      It's funny how big the space is that a terrier leaves.