Jaguar, The Big Boss Maltese (May 5, 1997 - November 6, 2009)
Jag passed away this morning around 3:30 AM. Roy and Tiffany had to take him to the ER at 2 AM, but there was nothing that could be done. Jag is now with CoCo, Sundog and many other friends in doggy heaven.
Jag was born in Taipei, Taiwan, on May 5th, 1997. He was the big boss of the litter. He got his name from the way he stalked the rag when Mom was cleaning the kitchen floor. In English, it was Jaguar and in Mandarin it sounded like Ja Ga. His nickname became Jag in English and Ga Ga in Mandarin.
He came to Canada in 2001. He was happy to trade the heat and humidity of the big city for a place where he could go for walks on the grass. He loved walks and never seemed to get tired when he was outside.
He remained the big boss throughout his life. He always patrolled the apartment balcony, alert for the jingling of dog tags, so he could yell down and warn the intruder to move on. Dog walkers would always look up, smiling expectantly, as they waited for him to make his appearance. He would poke his head through the railing and glare down three storeys at the interloper, no matter how much bigger than him it was.
He was extremely well behaved. Roy even taught him to roll over! Whenever Roy and Tiffany went out, he would retire quietly to his crate to await their return. He had almost no separation anxiety.
Jag was obsessed with toys! He loved to play, but only he knew the rules to his games. To him, the best thing in the world was to get a new toy, the noisier the better. He would go without food and sleep for a day or two after so he could play with it around the clock. When he did finally fall asleep, he would use the toy as a pillow so no one could take it while he was napping.
Jaguar had a face right out of a comic book - his nose and eyes seemed extra large. He bore a striking resemblance to Disney's Bolt in appearance and manner. He was the most expressive and moody dog. His face would always show you if he was happy, excited, sad, bored, angry, or anxious. When he felt unfairly treated, he'd go grumbling back to his crate. Jag was a master of drama; there was never any doubt about how he was feeling! His goofy grin always made us laugh.
He was Roy's best bud and Tiffany's darling. He lived a very happy life and in return brought us much joy. We will always remember him with a smile.
Jessie and Chris
Friday, November 6, 2009
Published on: 2009-11-06
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