Old man, it’s been one week and I haven’t managed to write this yet. Last Wednesday night, I realized that if you made it through the night, we were going to have to make the decision to let you go. Only 24 hours before, you were still getting up, trotting to the back door, and begging for treats. And then, in a short 24 hours, that bitch cancer took your vibrancy from you. We always promised you we wouldn’t keep you here just for us. We promised you that when you began to suffer, we would let you go. But dammit, it was so fucking hard to do.
That last night was hard. Every time I thought I might go to bed, you started whining and it broke my heart a little more. Riggs and Ruby would get up and check on you each and every time. Since you were having so much trouble getting comfortable, I would pick you up and reposition you on your pillows. I held you in my arms, told you how much we all loved you, and told you it was ok. I told you that when you went to sleep, Jolie would be waiting and you wouldn’t hurt any more. I wish I could have done more to make things easier that last night. You finally seemed to settle and I decided to go to bed. Only a few hours later, daddy got home and told me you were gone.
Jack Jack, we all miss you. You came into our home the same week I found out I had lost the little girl whose heartbeat we had seen only a few weeks earlier. You brought such joy to Marty and Joey that I couldn’t help but smile and even laugh through my pain. And, then you got sick. You were a tiny little puppy, barely old enough to be away from your mother, and your little 5+ pound body was barely enough to sustain you through your illness. But, you fought and you survived. You grew into the almost 90 pound goomba dog we all loved dearly. Your survival gave me hope during our battle to have our third child.
Then, that third child came along and we saw who you really belonged to. From the first day Gabe came into our home, you loved him and protected him. You let him climb all over you and followed him everywhere. You had unending patience with him and even let him point out all the parts of the face (teeth and tongue included) on you when he was learning to talk. Oh Jack Jack, you were the very best of dogs.
We love you. We miss you. We will see you again someday. Until then, run, play, and enjoy being healthy again…and, try not to let Jolie talk you into anything.