Jack's Story

Jack was about a year old here.

 

I was 6 years old when we got Jack. The ride to and from the house we got him from felt longer than it really was. The reason we got him, was because I wanted a little sister.

 

Another example of how Jack was my little brother.

 

Even though Jack was supposed to be my dog, he was really more my dad's dog. He and Jack were tight. Dad was the only one Jack would actually listen to the most. Dad always says, "He's worth every penny." and, "He's like a little boy in a dog suit." Both quotes are very, very true.

Jack was really more like my little brother than anything. He'd chew my Barbie doll's shoes, and steal my stuffed animals. (I'm leaving out the gross parts. Like when he peed on my brand new comforter.) He'd never listen to me, I think the only reason why he asked me in particular to take him out was just for him to run next door and claim it his property.

Jack learned his the normal tricks you teach a dog very quickly. You know that one trick where you put a piece of food on the dog's nose then tell him to catch it? Yeah, Jack did it on his first try. He could even talk. (I love to brag about that one a lot.) When one (or all) of us came home, he'd bark at us and it sounded like he was saying, "Hello, I love you!" Also in his vocabulary were, "I want one." "I really want one." "Runaround." and "I don't like that" (that was mostly him flicking his tongue when he barked.)
He also learned key words quickly, too. Like  "walk" so we had to spell it out, but we soon had to change that to, "stroll" and "excursion." 

Jack was very unique. He loved  the mailman. In fact, it was very easy to get him to howl his "I Love You Song" whenever the mailman went by.
Even his diet was unique. Some of his favorite foods, included: vegetarian, frozen strawberries (not thawed, hardly ever thawed,) watermelon, gluten free pancakes, cooked carrots, banana bread, and meatloaf (his most favorite. He probably liked it more than the baby rabbits he found in our lavender patch. Which he has said was better than Mama's cooking.)

In the last month, Jack started to change, he stopped liking his Milk-bones, and a few other things that we just thought it was because he was old, I mean he's 12 and all. But in the past few weeks we noticed his skin turned yellow, he grew weaker, and his belly got bigger. Mom and dad took him to our local vet and they gave us a medication that was supposed to make him better. All it really did was perk him up a bit. So the vet sent us to a specialist last Thursday. He said Jack had a liver disease. He was basically dying. The specialist gave us a different pill to give Jack to make him better.

This morning, Jack was too sick, so the vet told us to bring him in. He was put to sleep.
We buried him in our back yard.

This is on our way back from either the park or the or the dog beach. Either way it's a great happy picture of him.