Sweet Jackson,

My dearest sweetest friend. I said goodbye this weekend to you. I thought I’d be ok, knowing I did the right thing. You were trying so hard to not show your suffering, but it was visible to me.

You were never a stoic dog but damn you were trying. A whimper here and there, the not wanting to get up for long times, you started eating less and sleeping more, the struggle to get up, you started dragging your worst leg. Your eye had started something new, and I knew I had to make the decision quickly as I knew in my heart you would suffer if we passed one more day… now and here I am without you. Missing you. Grieving you.

I feel you here with me yet and can’t see you.

My other furries miss you too. When I touch their faces with my hand, they lean into it just like you did, resting there face into my hand, leaning into me.

In your younger days you were so mischievous and your senior days sweet as Apple pie. I will never forget you sweet pup. Your adventures, your steadfast loyalty, your unconditional love, you rescued me so many times. Grounding me with your friendship, your companionship and eternal kindness.

Love,

Marianne H