A 110 pound German Shepherd
mixed with special magic entered our lives 12 years ago. We walked together, snuggled together on the
couch, played ball, we swam, we chased herons from the pond, we did everything together. Jake, Chris and me. I yelled at him and Chris coddled him! He loved us both!
Jake left us this week, and the silence in
and out of the house is deafening. No
animated dreams, no nails clicking on the floor, no woofs at the kitties, no
calling the koi at the pond for their dinner.
He always had a bark
to give us when we came home or had visitors.
He knew when it was his dinner time and didn’t even wait to remind
you. He touched so many lives with his
gentleness, and made us crazy by stealing slippers or bras when we went out
without him.
His sudden passing has come with much reflection.
We loved his mannerisms, his attitude, and his
personality - all elements of his Spirit. We didn’t care about his fur, or his goofy underbite, or all the hair he shed (ok, maybe I did a little with the shedding).
Mostly, we loved him for what he was – a constant and faithful companion, and a gentle giant.

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