Grieving dog to be put to rest March 14, 2005 From: AAP
A FAITHFUL dog that spent at least five days guarding his dead owner's body would be put to sleep because he was too miserable without his master, the Queensland RSPCA said today. Jess, a cattle dog cross aged about 12 years old, will be cremated and buried with his master, Neville Greenwood, whose body he guarded for nearly a week after the 74-year-old Brisbane man died in his northside home.
The RSPCA took Jess in, but found him to be an aggressive "one-person dog" who was miserable without his owner and proving a handful for his new carers.
"We were contacted by Neville's son Bob and he thought it was best Jess was euthanased," RSPCA Queensland spokesman Michael Beatty said today. Advertisement:
"It'll be very difficult to find another home for Jess because he's aggressive. He was basically totally a one-person dog, plus he's old, a bit sick anyway and he's just miserable the way he is at the moment.
"No one could really get near him."
Mr Beatty said Jess would be cremated and his ashes buried with Mr Greenwood.
"It is sad. He just stayed by his master's body, we still don't know exactly how long, but at least five days," Mr Beatty said.
"Euthanasing him is the best thing to do."
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Translation: "We don't have the patience or desire to help this dog so we are going to snuff him and then spin the story to make ourselves feel better about being a bunch of lazy pansies who took the easy way out."
In 1858, a man named John Gray was buried in old Greyfriars Churchyard. His grave levelled by the hand of time, and unmarked by any stone, became scarcely discernible; but, although no human interest seemed to attach to it.
The sacred spot was not wholly disregarded and forgotten. For fourteen years the dead man's faithful dog kept constant watch and guard over the grave until his own death in 1872. James Brown, the old curator of the burial ground, remembers Gray's funeral, and the dog, a Skye terrier called "Bobby", was, he says, one of the most conspicuous of the mourners. The grave was closed in as usual, and next morning "Bobby", was found, lying on the newly-made mound.
This was an innovation which old James could not permit, for there was an order at the gate stating in the most intelligible characters that dogs were not admitted. "Bobby" was accordingly driven out; but next morning he was there again, and for the second time was discharged. The third morning was cold and wet, and when the old man saw the faithful animal, in spite of all chastisement, still lying shivering on the grave, he took pity on him, and gave him some food. This recognition of his devotion gave "Bobby" the right to make the churchyard his home; and from that time until his own death he never spent a night away from his master's tomb.
Often in bad weather attempts were made to keep him within doors, but by dismal howls he succeeded in making it known that this interference was not agreeable to him, and he was always allowed to have his way. At almost any time during the day he could be seen in or about the churchyard, and no matter how rough the night, nothing could induce him to forsake that hallowed spot, whose identity he so faithfully preserved.
That, however, concludes the story of the life of Greyfriars' Bobby, a life which was later commemorated by the erection of the statue and fountain by Baroness Burdett Coutts. The figure which was unveiled, without any ceremony, on November 15, 1873.
According to ChefKeith my dog Jack howls and carries on when I leave the house even though he's not alone.
He is a rescue dog and probably had a horrible life until I found him. Therefore, he may be more insecure thinking he's being abandoned again. He has a lot of quirks including being afraid of boxes (maybe thinking we're moving again or something)
When my mother's fiance collapsed from a heart attack in the yard mowing the lawn, our dog would not leave his side. The paramedics could barely get the dog to move aside so they could treat him. He didn't make it.
I spent four days in the hospital in July and my dog wouldn't eat and would only move if he really HAD to go to the bathroom. He's a rescue that I've had for two years. He used to like to ride in the car but now it stresses him and I think he's afraid he will be taken to yet another home. I think I would die without him.