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Last Monday, Grandad had to have grannys dog put down.

Granny was still in oxford. Hatter had come to my parents via a friend of my brother. He was a beautifully natured – though some what doppy and deaf (only when it suited him best) We will never know how old he was, we were his third family.

He was a large soft thing, with one of those faces, which just showed love, compassion and everything a true doggy shows. I dont really like dogs, but once you got past hatter’s bark and jumpy ness he was always a soft dog.

He will be missed, I will try and get Steve to upload some pics later of him.

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