Dearly missed by Loralei Walker and Bridget Korman
We had to let go of our Jetters last October. He was 13, and it was obvious he wasn’t getting much joy out of life anymore. We had our wonderful vet come to the house, and we sat by Jet’s side as we said goodbye. It was one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to do.
We got him at Houndraiser in Monroe in October 2003. His racing name was Late Night Mink.
I’m attaching one of my favorite pics of him, with our cat, Quigley, and another picture of the memorial stone I made for him. He was my first dog ever, and my special boy.