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Reverend James Peat

It is with a very heavy heart I write to express the feelings of Canine Concern Scotland Trust on the extremely sad and untimely death of our very dear James Peat - “Father Jim” - one of our Trustees from the first day of the Trust’s inception in 1989.

Jim has been a true friend to the Trust and we have always relied so much on him for his advice and guidance in many different spheres. I will leave it to others to speak of his expertise in breeding, judging, serving as Vice-Convener of the Scottish Kennel Club, many many things. I can only say we shall miss him and there is no way anyone could ever replace him.

Jim had a natural knack of putting his finger on the pulse of any matter that arose and we always looked to him at our Trustees Meetings when there was a difficult problem or decision to be made. He never failed to set us on the right track and his great love of animals - and people too - plus a most endearing sense of humour, we shall never, never forget. We were so fortunate to have his support and wisdom and it is true to say we are totally devastated by his loss.

Father Jim’s funeral was held at 12 noon on Tuesday January 14th at his own church, St John Cartius & Nicholas, West Main Street, Broxburn, West Lothian.

It is hard to believe he has gone. May I on behalf of the Trustees and all our members, send most heartfelt sympathies to his family and to all who relied on and loved him.

Marjorie Henley Price
Chair of Trustees

It is with a lump in my throat and a very heavy heart that I sit down to write this piece.

Jim and I go back a long way and through all the years and many twists and turns our lives have taken we always remained friends. We held the same views about Shih Tzu, nurtured on both our parts by our friend and mentor, Mrs. Gay Widdrington.

I can’t believe Jim has left us. It seems only yesterday when, at a dog show, he held my five year old daughter in his arms and said to me, ‘don’t be cross with her, she’s cut her hair off with your grooming scissors’ or he’d be dropping in to stay the night on his way to southern dog show.

He wasn’t always a priest but when he was ordained it seemed he had achieved his reason to be. He embraced his Catholic religion and achieved great satisfaction from tending to his parishioners, who I know thought a great deal of him. Although he loved the life, he confided to me recently that it was very stressful taking on board everyone’s problems. That was why he continued to spend his leisure and relaxation time showing his Shih Tzu and got to as many shows as he was able. He was a witty and challenging writer of a Shih Tzu breed note column and I don’t think he realised how many of us read his words and appreciated his style.

He will be sadly missed by Shih Tzu folk but more so by his close knit family of brothers, sisters, nephews and nieces so to them I say how sincerely sorry we all are that such a lovely person should have been taken from us so young.

Sue Crossley