Headed off to test out some handloads for the 250-3000 and as usually threw my JRT 'Bruno' in the tray for a run. We have a routine where I open the range, then let him off his lead and we race each other up the range to the 300 yard mound.

Something caught his attention and he speared off across the front of the 'deo. I pulled up, couldn't see him and looked back to see his small white corpse with head crushed, lying in the middle of the access track.

Words can't describe the feeling. In 9 years on road as a Paramedic I've seen a fair share of brutality, cruelty, death and mutilation but this brought me unstuck.

We've had him for 6 years and he has been a total arsehole of a dog, full of rat cunning, undisciplined (my fault) and he had all the pig dogs around town totally bluffed. He had a great nose for a blood trail but was a complete liability for anything else.

RIP Mate.

At 6 weeks day one at home.

Caught in the light having a piss as a pup.