Jasper was my first dog, even though he wasn't really mine. I would dog & house-sit for my friends John & Elizabeth while they went on vacation, starting back in 1999. So Jasper and I had a long history of time together. We both wore black, and it was a good match. So when he passed away last year it was a very traumatic event, made worse by the fact that John & Elizabeth were away so that myself and another friend were left to bury Jasper. In some senses I was glad I got to say a personal and private goodbye by taking care of his funeral. He will be missed.