We buried Jack last night. We think his going was not painful, as the vet gave him a large dose of painkillers before putting him down. The house is very different without Jack. I don't know yet what sort of legacy Jack has left, but I know things will not be the same.
It was dark by the time Rhys got back from the vet's, and we toasted Jack with Jack Daniels by the light of the moon and stars. He certainly had heart.
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Ais,
I just read this about Jack. I'm so sorry. I really enjoyed the time that I spent getting to know him. He was really one of the cutest puppies I've ever seen. I'll never forget those huge paws. I remember playing with him out on the deck with a long skinny branch of wood. One time Jack and Rhys and I went for a really great long walk down to the creek. As high strung as he was, he always made me laugh - he was such a big kid. I also enjoyed seeing him over Thanksgiving, but he seemed out of place in the city. He really was a lucky dog to live where he did and to have owners like you and Rhys. Bernie and I had a hug remembering Jack.
Linda
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