A victim of a drive by drop off on the side of a country road. Jill and her litter mates, Jack and Pansy were rescued when they were 2 months old. My husband was able to capture Jack fairly quickly and easily. After about 45 minutes, his sister, Pansy was captured. We only wanted one dog, so we contacted a friend and they immediately decided to adopt Pansy. Pansy looked just like her sister, Jill.
My husband and our friend tried to rescue Jill from 8 pm until 11 pm, but she wasn't cooperating. We left food for her. The next day, my husband and another friend spent several hours trying to catch her again and this time they were successful. We tried to find someone who wanted to adopt her, but could find no one. So, we decided to keep both dogs. We thought of names like: Salt & Pepper, Lost & Found, but settled on Jack & Jill, because my husband had to go down a hill to fetch them!
Jill was the most caring, respectful dog. We could be gone from the house for 16 hours and she would never go to the bathroom in the house. She would never "do her business" in the area where we mowed, she would always go in the pasture (in both of the places where we lived with Jill, we had about a 3 acre area we kept mowed and the remainder of the property was pasture). When the kids were small and set up their Legos, Matchbox cars, dinosaurs, farm playsets, etc. on the floor, Jill was very careful to walk through them so as not to cause any disruption to any of the pieces (we lived in a very small house and she had to walk through the play area constantly)!
She was the greatest guard dog. She had a ferocious, menacing bark that caused people to be very cautious of her, yet she was actually very shy. She got along well with everyone, would let children do anything to her, and always accepted any pet we brought into the house or neighbor's dogs that would enter the yard. When the kids were outside playing, she was always with them and watching over them.
She had a keen sense of our property boundaries. She never trespassed on a neighbor's property. She hated the UPS truck and the Southern States oil delivery truck with a passion. After a delivery, she would run after the truck as fast as she could and come to an abrupt halt at the edge of our property and there was NO fence! People were always amazed at how she knew where the property line was located!
Some of the silly nicknames we called her were Jillsie, Jilly Baby Girl and Jilly-Potpie.
The Sunday before Christmas a small lump appeared next to Jill's eye. The biopsy confirmed it was an aggressive cancerous tumor. After further tests and on the advice of her vet, she underwent surgery to excise the tumor. Unfortunately, the cancer had spread behind the eye and it was inoperable. She recovered from the surgery wonderfully and remained happy, sweet and painfree until it became clear to us that it was time for her to go. She was very afraid of car rides, so we were blessed to find a vet who still made housecalls. We were by her side to the end.
She was my shadow. Whenever I arrived home, she was the first to greet me and welcome me back, usually meeting me at the car as soon as I opened the car door. She slept on the floor on my side of the bed. Whatever room I was in the house, Jill was there with me. If I was working in the yard, she was beside me. Her presence will be dearly missed by all who knew her, but I will feel a heavy emptiness as I perform my daily routine without her by my side.
My husband and our friend tried to rescue Jill from 8 pm until 11 pm, but she wasn't cooperating. We left food for her. The next day, my husband and another friend spent several hours trying to catch her again and this time they were successful. We tried to find someone who wanted to adopt her, but could find no one. So, we decided to keep both dogs. We thought of names like: Salt & Pepper, Lost & Found, but settled on Jack & Jill, because my husband had to go down a hill to fetch them!
Jill was the most caring, respectful dog. We could be gone from the house for 16 hours and she would never go to the bathroom in the house. She would never "do her business" in the area where we mowed, she would always go in the pasture (in both of the places where we lived with Jill, we had about a 3 acre area we kept mowed and the remainder of the property was pasture). When the kids were small and set up their Legos, Matchbox cars, dinosaurs, farm playsets, etc. on the floor, Jill was very careful to walk through them so as not to cause any disruption to any of the pieces (we lived in a very small house and she had to walk through the play area constantly)!
She was the greatest guard dog. She had a ferocious, menacing bark that caused people to be very cautious of her, yet she was actually very shy. She got along well with everyone, would let children do anything to her, and always accepted any pet we brought into the house or neighbor's dogs that would enter the yard. When the kids were outside playing, she was always with them and watching over them.
She had a keen sense of our property boundaries. She never trespassed on a neighbor's property. She hated the UPS truck and the Southern States oil delivery truck with a passion. After a delivery, she would run after the truck as fast as she could and come to an abrupt halt at the edge of our property and there was NO fence! People were always amazed at how she knew where the property line was located!
Some of the silly nicknames we called her were Jillsie, Jilly Baby Girl and Jilly-Potpie.
The Sunday before Christmas a small lump appeared next to Jill's eye. The biopsy confirmed it was an aggressive cancerous tumor. After further tests and on the advice of her vet, she underwent surgery to excise the tumor. Unfortunately, the cancer had spread behind the eye and it was inoperable. She recovered from the surgery wonderfully and remained happy, sweet and painfree until it became clear to us that it was time for her to go. She was very afraid of car rides, so we were blessed to find a vet who still made housecalls. We were by her side to the end.
She was my shadow. Whenever I arrived home, she was the first to greet me and welcome me back, usually meeting me at the car as soon as I opened the car door. She slept on the floor on my side of the bed. Whatever room I was in the house, Jill was there with me. If I was working in the yard, she was beside me. Her presence will be dearly missed by all who knew her, but I will feel a heavy emptiness as I perform my daily routine without her by my side.
A victim of a drive by drop off on the side of a country road. Jill and her litter mates, Jack and Pansy were rescued when they were 2 months old. My husband was able to capture Jack fairly quickly and easily. After about 45 minutes, his sister, Pansy was captured. We only wanted one dog, so we contacted a friend and they immediately decided to adopt Pansy. Pansy looked just like her sister, Jill.
My husband and our friend tried to rescue Jill from 8 pm until 11 pm, but she wasn't cooperating. We left food for her. The next day, my husband and another friend spent several hours trying to catch her again and this time they were successful. We tried to find someone who wanted to adopt her, but could find no one. So, we decided to keep both dogs. We thought of names like: Salt & Pepper, Lost & Found, but settled on Jack & Jill, because my husband had to go down a hill to fetch them!
Jill was the most caring, respectful dog. We could be gone from the house for 16 hours and she would never go to the bathroom in the house. She would never "do her business" in the area where we mowed, she would always go in the pasture (in both of the places where we lived with Jill, we had about a 3 acre area we kept mowed and the remainder of the property was pasture). When the kids were small and set up their Legos, Matchbox cars, dinosaurs, farm playsets, etc. on the floor, Jill was very careful to walk through them so as not to cause any disruption to any of the pieces (we lived in a very small house and she had to walk through the play area constantly)!
She was the greatest guard dog. She had a ferocious, menacing bark that caused people to be very cautious of her, yet she was actually very shy. She got along well with everyone, would let children do anything to her, and always accepted any pet we brought into the house or neighbor's dogs that would enter the yard. When the kids were outside playing, she was always with them and watching over them.
She had a keen sense of our property boundaries. She never trespassed on a neighbor's property. She hated the UPS truck and the Southern States oil delivery truck with a passion. After a delivery, she would run after the truck as fast as she could and come to an abrupt halt at the edge of our property and there was NO fence! People were always amazed at how she knew where the property line was located!
Some of the silly nicknames we called her were Jillsie, Jilly Baby Girl and Jilly-Potpie.
The Sunday before Christmas a small lump appeared next to Jill's eye. The biopsy confirmed it was an aggressive cancerous tumor. After further tests and on the advice of her vet, she underwent surgery to excise the tumor. Unfortunately, the cancer had spread behind the eye and it was inoperable. She recovered from the surgery wonderfully and remained happy, sweet and painfree until it became clear to us that it was time for her to go. She was very afraid of car rides, so we were blessed to find a vet who still made housecalls. We were by her side to the end.
She was my shadow. Whenever I arrived home, she was the first to greet me and welcome me back, usually meeting me at the car as soon as I opened the car door. She slept on the floor on my side of the bed. Whatever room I was in the house, Jill was there with me. If I was working in the yard, she was beside me. Her presence will be dearly missed by all who knew her, but I will feel a heavy emptiness as I perform my daily routine without her by my side.
My husband and our friend tried to rescue Jill from 8 pm until 11 pm, but she wasn't cooperating. We left food for her. The next day, my husband and another friend spent several hours trying to catch her again and this time they were successful. We tried to find someone who wanted to adopt her, but could find no one. So, we decided to keep both dogs. We thought of names like: Salt & Pepper, Lost & Found, but settled on Jack & Jill, because my husband had to go down a hill to fetch them!
Jill was the most caring, respectful dog. We could be gone from the house for 16 hours and she would never go to the bathroom in the house. She would never "do her business" in the area where we mowed, she would always go in the pasture (in both of the places where we lived with Jill, we had about a 3 acre area we kept mowed and the remainder of the property was pasture). When the kids were small and set up their Legos, Matchbox cars, dinosaurs, farm playsets, etc. on the floor, Jill was very careful to walk through them so as not to cause any disruption to any of the pieces (we lived in a very small house and she had to walk through the play area constantly)!
She was the greatest guard dog. She had a ferocious, menacing bark that caused people to be very cautious of her, yet she was actually very shy. She got along well with everyone, would let children do anything to her, and always accepted any pet we brought into the house or neighbor's dogs that would enter the yard. When the kids were outside playing, she was always with them and watching over them.
She had a keen sense of our property boundaries. She never trespassed on a neighbor's property. She hated the UPS truck and the Southern States oil delivery truck with a passion. After a delivery, she would run after the truck as fast as she could and come to an abrupt halt at the edge of our property and there was NO fence! People were always amazed at how she knew where the property line was located!
Some of the silly nicknames we called her were Jillsie, Jilly Baby Girl and Jilly-Potpie.
The Sunday before Christmas a small lump appeared next to Jill's eye. The biopsy confirmed it was an aggressive cancerous tumor. After further tests and on the advice of her vet, she underwent surgery to excise the tumor. Unfortunately, the cancer had spread behind the eye and it was inoperable. She recovered from the surgery wonderfully and remained happy, sweet and painfree until it became clear to us that it was time for her to go. She was very afraid of car rides, so we were blessed to find a vet who still made housecalls. We were by her side to the end.
She was my shadow. Whenever I arrived home, she was the first to greet me and welcome me back, usually meeting me at the car as soon as I opened the car door. She slept on the floor on my side of the bed. Whatever room I was in the house, Jill was there with me. If I was working in the yard, she was beside me. Her presence will be dearly missed by all who knew her, but I will feel a heavy emptiness as I perform my daily routine without her by my side.
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