He'd been with us from 1993 and I first met him when he was a very little sausage with legs. Since 1997 he'd been suffering from a sort of illness that meant he had odd seizures that nobody quite understood. Nevertheless, he lived to the ripe old age of nearly 12 years.
Rasly was a wonderful dog. He was pretty and clever and hardly ever barked (something which I appreciated in particular), and loved walks in forest. If ever anybody said: "Komm, Rasly, gehen wir in den Wald?" he'd tilt his head and start wagging frantically. Sometimes he'd get so excited we couldn't get his harness on. That said, he usually helped, raising his paws through the 'armholes'... Rasly also loved carrying around big sticks and chasing tennis balls and playing tug of war with someone, using his cushion as a rope.
I could probably write a lot more about him. Suffice it to say that he's the reason I am no longer afraid of dogs and he's been a wonderful companion for my entire family.
He'll be sadly missed, but in life he was a truly beloved member of our "pack".
May he rest in peace.