All Dogs go to Heaven

I heard that somewhere before. A movie, I think. One I have never seen. But a thought that brings this day to a close.

The tumor just didn't go away. We wanted it to and prayed it would. But it was not to be.

We got him when he was about 8 mos old. Rescued him from someone that was going to let him run free because they couldn't take care of him any longer. He was soooo big. And he got soooo much bigger. For the last year, he has kept us running, entertaining us with his shenanigans. He loved hoses ~ to eat them, that is. And shoes. And the ficus tree that he would let ever so gently touch his face and head as he walked under it. He tried taking his own picture with a really nice camera, but dropped it. And always a shake of his head would send his drool flying. He would rest his head right on the counter hoping for a morsel of something to drop or be dropped for him.


Jake kept at life as much as he could. He didn't stop. He ran. He sprang into the air with the power of a dolphin, but not enough grace to be thought a gazelle. And he teased. "Just try and take this ball from me! Come on! Come and try to get it!" ~ you could see it on his face as he ran passed you at 50mph. And he always appreciated his treat cookie, even when he couldn't chew it. Jake carved his place in our hearts.

Where do dogs go? They remain forever in our hearts.

Good dog, Jakie, good boy.


G'nite.