Jarod loved water, loved mud, loved food and loved life in general. He could jump really high from standing still, which earned him the nickname 'vliegmachien', as he got older he didn't fly quite as high but till well over 15 years old he was always on the go and still playing with the youngsters. He was young at heart and such a kind and gentle soul.

Jarod always loved gardening, and would accompany you constantly as you cut the grass, or stand next to or in front of you while you were pulling weeds. Not growing bored or wandering off, no, he was committed to this stuff and would cheer you on untill you were done.

Everyone that knew Jarod knows that he loved water, and he could find it anywhere. No matter how shallow, deep, muddy or clear, as long as it was wet, it pulled him like a magnet. The funny thing is that he only accidentally discovered his love for water when he was just over a year old. In typical Jarod-fashion, he was zooming around across the path and the sloping bank of the ditch on one of our walks when he failed to spot an uneven section where some of the bank had fallen away. There was a big splash and rather than jump right back out, there he was standing in the water with a blissful expression on his face. That was when he had the revelation that he loved water, he continued most of the walk in the water rather than on the path and ever since that day he searched out every puddle, pond and stream in his vicinity.

If we could have, we would have kept him with us, but sadly his old body wouldn't carry his beautiful soul any further. He lives on in his wonderful kids and their offspring. We're proud we got to call him ours and grateful for the nearly 16 years we got to spend together. He was one of a kind.