It is inevitable that we all pass on from this life and this page has been created to remember, and commemorate, those that have passed away but contributed to the clubs success and memories in any way, human or dog.
RIP Lillie - 15 July 2023
Lillie was such a lovable little girl.
Unfortunately she was diagnosed with cataracts at 7.
Six months after the cataracts were operated on she unfortunately had to have an eye removed. She never complained about having lots of eye drops daily. At the beginning for a while it was 28 different drops. We had to take it in turns to leave the house.
The eye specialist plus my vet always remarked what a fantastic patient she was. She did agility before the eye problem and also obedience at Stonehouse and she loved being cuddled.
Lillie was Danny's auntie and Poppy was Lillie's auntie.
She is very missed along with Poppy who left us on 19 December 2021.
Lillie was such a lovable little girl.
Unfortunately she was diagnosed with cataracts at 7.
Six months after the cataracts were operated on she unfortunately had to have an eye removed. She never complained about having lots of eye drops daily. At the beginning for a while it was 28 different drops. We had to take it in turns to leave the house.
The eye specialist plus my vet always remarked what a fantastic patient she was. She did agility before the eye problem and also obedience at Stonehouse and she loved being cuddled.
Lillie was Danny's auntie and Poppy was Lillie's auntie.
She is very missed along with Poppy who left us on 19 December 2021.
RIP Jonty - 11 July 2007 / 27 June 2023, almost 16 years old.
Jonty started attending SDTC early, he must have been only about 15 weeks old. He continued to attend for the next 12 years, not that he needed to, he just loved being there will all of his doggy friends.
He attained Kennel Club Good Citizen Award up to Gold, he was so chuffed at that, as was I, his human!
My best friend who was guaranteed to always make me laugh. I used to spend a lot of time travelling abroad on business, what a welcome he would give me, as all dog owners would know. He'd run around the house like a mad thing, coming back to me to lick my hand and then off again.
He is going to be so missed, there's a huge hole in my heart at the moment.
Say Hello to Foxy for us Jonty.
Jonty started attending SDTC early, he must have been only about 15 weeks old. He continued to attend for the next 12 years, not that he needed to, he just loved being there will all of his doggy friends.
He attained Kennel Club Good Citizen Award up to Gold, he was so chuffed at that, as was I, his human!
My best friend who was guaranteed to always make me laugh. I used to spend a lot of time travelling abroad on business, what a welcome he would give me, as all dog owners would know. He'd run around the house like a mad thing, coming back to me to lick my hand and then off again.
He is going to be so missed, there's a huge hole in my heart at the moment.
Say Hello to Foxy for us Jonty.
Jazz, Labradoodle. RIP - 21 September 2006 to 20 July 2021
Handler Beth, Message from Peter Holt.
It's been nearly 15 years since my daughter Beth first brought her Labradoodle puppy, Jazz, (and her Dad, me!) to training at Stonehouse. We attended for several years. Beth loved it and she and Jazz progressed to the Gold award and Junior Handler of the year.
Sadly, Jazz passed away a month ago, due to renal failure, after a doggy lifetime of companionship, loyalty, love and fun, leaving us all very sad.
Jazz had a lovely temperament and was very popular with everyone, humans and dogs, even those that were not usually well disposed to dogs!
Handler Beth, Message from Peter Holt.
It's been nearly 15 years since my daughter Beth first brought her Labradoodle puppy, Jazz, (and her Dad, me!) to training at Stonehouse. We attended for several years. Beth loved it and she and Jazz progressed to the Gold award and Junior Handler of the year.
Sadly, Jazz passed away a month ago, due to renal failure, after a doggy lifetime of companionship, loyalty, love and fun, leaving us all very sad.
Jazz had a lovely temperament and was very popular with everyone, humans and dogs, even those that were not usually well disposed to dogs!
Foxy - Rescued March 2009 (Approx 3 years old) to 23 December 2018
Foxy was acting strangely on the night of the 22nd December when we went to bed. We had a lot of visitors and he normally would be mooching around looking for food or for someone to stroke him.
He couldn't stand properly and only managed a few steps when I carried him outside to do a wee around midnight.
He didn't do anything and lay on the concrete slabbed patio, which isn't like him, so I carried him back up the stairs. I put him into his bed but he got out and went underneath my bed.
Jonty started acting up during the night and I found Foxy had done a wee underneath my bed because he couldn't move. I think, in hindsight, he had a stroke and then at 0800 Jonty jumped up and scratched at the door, foxy was retching but no sick. We think Jonty was trying to alert us that something was wrong.
I took him downstairs but he just lay on the ground. Picked him up and he made some noise and then died in my arms, I could feel his heartbeat but it stopped as I was feeling his chest and he went floppy. I think the retching was a symptom of a heart attack
The top photo of the collage is when I was taking him out into the garden for the last time. I've kept the bed but he's lying on his bed cushion. We think, according to the vet, he was about 14 years old.
RIP Foxy, you are certainly going to be missed, I really loved that little dog.
Foxy was acting strangely on the night of the 22nd December when we went to bed. We had a lot of visitors and he normally would be mooching around looking for food or for someone to stroke him.
He couldn't stand properly and only managed a few steps when I carried him outside to do a wee around midnight.
He didn't do anything and lay on the concrete slabbed patio, which isn't like him, so I carried him back up the stairs. I put him into his bed but he got out and went underneath my bed.
Jonty started acting up during the night and I found Foxy had done a wee underneath my bed because he couldn't move. I think, in hindsight, he had a stroke and then at 0800 Jonty jumped up and scratched at the door, foxy was retching but no sick. We think Jonty was trying to alert us that something was wrong.
I took him downstairs but he just lay on the ground. Picked him up and he made some noise and then died in my arms, I could feel his heartbeat but it stopped as I was feeling his chest and he went floppy. I think the retching was a symptom of a heart attack
The top photo of the collage is when I was taking him out into the garden for the last time. I've kept the bed but he's lying on his bed cushion. We think, according to the vet, he was about 14 years old.
RIP Foxy, you are certainly going to be missed, I really loved that little dog.
Skye - 26th August 2002 to 23rd June 2018
Skye was a loyal friend for almost six years with me. She passed away peacefully and quietly in my arms at Wood Vets, Quedgeley on Saturday 23rd June 2018.
She came to me at the tender age of ten and I can confidently say that both my home and I were carefully inspected before approval by her. She came with a Gold Citizen Award certificate, a standard she maintained to the end. She knew what to do for all the exercises and in no short order she showed me what she was prepared to do and how it would be done.
A couple of weeks before she went I took her out onto the lawn and threw her football for a short retrieve. Normally she would walk out to it sedately and pick it up, give it a shake (called killing the rat) and leisurely bring it back for a repeat performance. On this day she just trotted over to the ball, picked it up and took it indoors out of my reach. The message was clear. The game is over, if you want it back then you shouldn’t have thrown it away in the first place. Yes, life was to be lived according to Skye’s rules.
Another fine example of Skye’s wilfulness was cuddles. Now if I draped an arm over the arm of my chair I could guarantee that her head would be in it in short order. If I sat on the settee she would happily jump up and rest her chin on my thigh in the expectation of a tummy rub and or a biscuit. As she became older and could not manage the leap up to the settee we went through the assisted arrival stage but eventually it was made clear that if I wanted a cuddle I would have to get down on the floor with her. Just to show who was in charge, she would no longer cuddle up when called but I would be welcome to join her on her mattress.
Fairly obviously there came a stage when she could no longer safely manage the stairs. From the bedroom I was never going to be quick enough to respond to her urgent calls for use of the garden, an event that had no cut off time. Consequently for the last couple of years I slept on the floor under a sleeping bag where a 2.00 am nose in the ear and hot breath in my hair and face would be the signal to leap to her assistance I was to avoid different colours of carpet to plain beige. The system worked and we understood each other but some folks didn’t understand either of us. We didn’t care! Still don’t.
Yesterday was the 2018 Summer Barbecue. Strange to be there without Skye but I’d just like to thank everyone for their support. Just to say again, don’t be sad that she is dead just celebrate the wonder of knowing her. The first Summer Barbecue Skye attended was 2014. The photos are of Skye ignoring Kim’s efforts to entice her to play ball when all she wanted was a kiss – or maybe Kim tasted of sausage.
Skye was a loyal friend for almost six years with me. She passed away peacefully and quietly in my arms at Wood Vets, Quedgeley on Saturday 23rd June 2018.
She came to me at the tender age of ten and I can confidently say that both my home and I were carefully inspected before approval by her. She came with a Gold Citizen Award certificate, a standard she maintained to the end. She knew what to do for all the exercises and in no short order she showed me what she was prepared to do and how it would be done.
A couple of weeks before she went I took her out onto the lawn and threw her football for a short retrieve. Normally she would walk out to it sedately and pick it up, give it a shake (called killing the rat) and leisurely bring it back for a repeat performance. On this day she just trotted over to the ball, picked it up and took it indoors out of my reach. The message was clear. The game is over, if you want it back then you shouldn’t have thrown it away in the first place. Yes, life was to be lived according to Skye’s rules.
Another fine example of Skye’s wilfulness was cuddles. Now if I draped an arm over the arm of my chair I could guarantee that her head would be in it in short order. If I sat on the settee she would happily jump up and rest her chin on my thigh in the expectation of a tummy rub and or a biscuit. As she became older and could not manage the leap up to the settee we went through the assisted arrival stage but eventually it was made clear that if I wanted a cuddle I would have to get down on the floor with her. Just to show who was in charge, she would no longer cuddle up when called but I would be welcome to join her on her mattress.
Fairly obviously there came a stage when she could no longer safely manage the stairs. From the bedroom I was never going to be quick enough to respond to her urgent calls for use of the garden, an event that had no cut off time. Consequently for the last couple of years I slept on the floor under a sleeping bag where a 2.00 am nose in the ear and hot breath in my hair and face would be the signal to leap to her assistance I was to avoid different colours of carpet to plain beige. The system worked and we understood each other but some folks didn’t understand either of us. We didn’t care! Still don’t.
Yesterday was the 2018 Summer Barbecue. Strange to be there without Skye but I’d just like to thank everyone for their support. Just to say again, don’t be sad that she is dead just celebrate the wonder of knowing her. The first Summer Barbecue Skye attended was 2014. The photos are of Skye ignoring Kim’s efforts to entice her to play ball when all she wanted was a kiss – or maybe Kim tasted of sausage.
Mike Munday
We are all very sad to report the passing of Mike, who died recently.
Mike had been with the club for over 45 years starting off attending classes with his own Rough Collies Zak, Duke and Noble. He then took his own training class every Monday evening. Mike also ran the club display team for many years, at one time consisting of over 20 dogs of different breeds. Taking part in fetes and events all over Gloucestershire and the Forest of Dean.
He was married to Jill for 56 years and spent his working life at Ryeford textile mill until his retirement. Apart from his love of dog training at the club his hobbies also included gardening.
He will be very much missed by us all.
We are all very sad to report the passing of Mike, who died recently.
Mike had been with the club for over 45 years starting off attending classes with his own Rough Collies Zak, Duke and Noble. He then took his own training class every Monday evening. Mike also ran the club display team for many years, at one time consisting of over 20 dogs of different breeds. Taking part in fetes and events all over Gloucestershire and the Forest of Dean.
He was married to Jill for 56 years and spent his working life at Ryeford textile mill until his retirement. Apart from his love of dog training at the club his hobbies also included gardening.
He will be very much missed by us all.