Major

Major was a small black pattadale type terrier, who was found dumped in a carrier bag along with his litter sadly major was the only survivor from his litter, he was brought to the rescue centre where i worked roughly aged 4 to 6 weeks, and was found to have the illness Parvo, he was very ill but a ture terrier and put up a brave battle to beat the illness, during his first 6 months at the rescue centre Major was homed and returned 6 times and sadley mistreated again having been kicked badley causing him to have a weak bladder, but A true little handful and at times very naughty also his could be very vocal and yodled when pleased, during the summer holidays my younger son Ashley came to work with me, and one day he was quite upset, so my boss said i have just the thing to cheer you up, how sweet i thought until she came out of her house and placed the little black Tornado Major in my sons arms, my boss being the crafty devil that she was knew that he would always be returned as he ate through everything cloths, books, tables, carpets, and even reducing a brand new settee to bits of wood at his last home, my son now had his own dog! and me a continuing headack lol but i really loved the little black Tornado that charged though the house at break neck speeds, and over the years Major still destroyed everything with-in reach my son having to replace his bed linen, quilt and pillows regually, Major never wanted for anything, the new toys and treats each week All Ashley's pocket money was spent on his dog and then when my son went to work Major was treated like lassie from the movies the 2 were inseperable sharing everything,but the years had taken its toll and sadley these last few weeks Old Mo as my son gave him the nickname was suffering , my son carried Major 2 miles to his vets appointment at 9.10am Tues morning, the vet beleaved that Major had Tumors, and my son trying to give Major the best possable chance asked if any tests can be carried out to comfirm the Tumors. Major was transported to the main vets in the next town for Scans and ex-rays. The scan showed that he had one large Tumour in his stomch ,and smaller ones in his spleen, liver and along his spine, also that he had internal bleeding, My son's little man Major mo who always followed him around was suffering and in terible pain, I droved 67 miles to be with my son and Major and i had to watch my son's heart breaking as i stood by his side when he asked for Major's pain to end, Major Mo finally crossed the rainbow bridge at 4.35pm on 21st july to be along side his old playmate Jet. Major was a special kind of dog, he was a one person dog, and that was Ashley, Major just waited for him to return home from school/work, and would also play happily outside on his own running around with his toys in his mouth but most of all he loved the long walks they both took in the countryside, Handful yes but the pair were a perfect match, my son feels like a part of him is missing theres a large hole that Major has left, in all our hearts and i'm so proud of my son for the decision he made, and then to cuddle and hold Major while he crossed the bridge. This site is dedicated to the memory of major on behalf of my Son Ashley.



Major Mo

A tornado charging through the house
A blur of black passing around your back
Short and stocky , solid and hard
As you crash into the yard

A bundle of joy our little boy
As you demolish yet another toy
An eye here a bit of fluff there
As it’s scattered around the chair

The games you loved to play
In all there funny little ways
To chase the ball or cat
Which didn’t think a lot to that

You’re watch the clocks And check
As it gets to walkie’s time
A lead in hand, a call to heel
Then you’re wander through the hills

reaching out to stroke you’re hair
Then remembering you’re not there
An empty space beside my knee
Where you’re be sitting looking at me

The space you filled with-in our hearts
Is so very empty now were apart
The house is cold With two much room
No barking sounds all around

No hairs upon my chairs
No padding paws upon the floor
No late night rounds in the grounds
No early morning doggie sounds

Just one more second, a minute a day
Before you had to go away
Just a short while to sit and hold
My best friend my Major mo!


S.J.Warwick
29th August 2009