I’m not one to post like this, but our little boy Jack passed away yesterday. He was a great dog. He was little so he was skittish but he wasn’t with me or Vera. We got him and Jill around 3 mos after we were married, so he’s been a good boy for almost 17 years. That’s a heck of a run.
You realize he’s lost a step and you think you are ready and prepared for the time to come, but you’re not. Being a part of your life for so many years is not an easy thing to get over. Always there, barking, licking, begging for food. Up until recently he was a crazy breakfast guy…bread, eggs, cereal, all of that.
He didn’t really love dog food too much the last month or so. Who would?
He used to climb up on the couch and just hang out on our laps. He would bark like mad when he heard us coming home. He’s run around so fast his butt would drag. He used to love his girl Jill. He never loved baths or grooming. He was so easy, he peed on his wee wee pad and never ate too much.
The kids got the better of him eventually and he changed a bit. Then he just got a little older. We all do. Then 2.5 years ago his best girl Jilly passed. He was changed by that too. He was steady for the most part until the past month and then the past week or so. He went from 8 to 7 to 6 pounds as of yesterday.
It was time for him to go and we all knew it. Whether we accept it or not.
I know I’m rambling about a dog and I know you’ve heard this 100 times, but do your very best to not yell for no good reason. To take that extra walk, give that extra treat, and offer that extra scratch behind the ears. I guess you can say the same about your family and friends too (you know what I mean). Time goes by quickly. Sometimes in the blink of an eye. I can’t believe that Jack and Jill are not in the house anymore. Such is life for every one of us. Enjoy and make the most of it when you can and for who you can. You don’t get any takebacks.
Rest In Peace, little Jack. Say hi to Jilly for us. It’s time to go home.