Everyone who has known my family and my parents at any point over that last 20yrs, has also known Jake. Jake is my parents dog who has lived to be at least 19yrs old. He was found by my Dad at work and joined our family. Jake has always been full of love, concern, playfulness and loyalty. He has been probably the best dog ever. He was a faithful companion when anyone was sick and at one point or another stood by every member of the family when they just needed a friend. He would lay by their side until all was well again.
This weekend my parents made the tough decision to put Jake to sleep. He has been in so much pain lately that he would rather just stand in one spot than suffer trying to lay down or sit. It was hard to watch him hurt. Yet each time we came over he would muster enough energy to greet us and love us and even play a bit.
I am so thankful for what Jake has meant to my family and to many of my friends who also loved Jake. Our hearts are sad but we are thankful he is not suffering anymore. We love you Jakey!
Saturday, April 30, 2011
Jake
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I totally understand. IT is so hard to lose a pet, who is a family member. My parents just lost the second of 2 cats that were born on our back deck in May of 1994, the year I was graduating HS. Muffin passed away unexpectantly 3 years ago, and Hershey just passed away March 12. We are so proud of Hershey to have made it 3 years without his brother and with some health problems. I was so happy that I was able to get to my parents house the weekend before to say my goodbyes. He was almost 17 years old. I am going to be devasted when the time comes for Belle. I hurts to think about it. So sorry to hear about Jake.
Lindsay
I understand as well. I put my dog of 16 years to sleep in September. We had a vet come to our house, so she was able to be in her own living room and were she loved to lay. She passed quietly with her lead on my lap laying aside of me. I still miss her, she was always with me, and I feel like a part of me is missing. My other dog kissed her good-bye and also kissed the vet like he was thanking her for helping Maggie out of he pain and suffering. I know in my heart I did the right thing, it's just the pain is still there, and I don't have her to greet me like she always did, she would go to bed with me, then when I fell asleep, she would go back downstairs with my husband till he came to bed later. It's hard to lose a pet, but they are waiting for us. I know Maggie is at the Rainbow Bridge waiting for me, when we meet again.
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