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It’s been a week now since my little Jack has passed….. it feels so much longer. I’ve never had to make such a decision before for a pet. It is the most heartwreching decision anyone will have to make. The decision you must make is not whether its life will end, but how, and how much discomfort you are willing to allow it to endure. Not having any guilt in making this decision is not an option. No matter what decision is made some doubts and guilt will remain………

“That day” had come that I had to help my baby to the other side. I held my precious baby on my lap, cuddled up in his fluffy blanket, knowing what was about to happen. I felt like I was about to betray his trust in me….As I whispered to him how much I loved him, how he was such a strong brave boy and how he was my sweet baby and that I’ll see him again soon they injected him. I desperately wanted to just run out of there…just run, clutching him to my chest screaming, NO!.... But I knew at some point in the next few days I would be right back here facing the inevitable…. I cried as I felt his heart beat and then it stopped …..My baby is now gone…….


I’m finding myself missing him so much throughout the day. As I pass “his” vintage pink chair I expect to see him there, but all I see is emptiness, it’s heartbreaking …. I had to keep a foot stool in front of it because Jack was too little to get up there on his own. He would always sleep there, curled up in a little ball, feeling the outside air coming in through the door. This is also the chair where he would run to after he had a bath. He would jump up in it all excited and try to burry himself under his blanket. He would slip under one side and emerge from the other side of the blanket doing it over and over again while I tickled him……

The first time I swept the kitchen floor it didn’t go without notice that Jack wasn’t here to attack the broom as I tried to sweep. It always took many attempts to get the dirt in a pile; Jack would always skid out in it sending it in all directions as he tried to bite at the broom. I sure miss that…….His crate is still in the kitchen. Jake and J.J. knew not to go in it (most of the time). When they did try all Jack had to do was walk up to the door and give them a glare and they would immediately vacate the premises. It was always so funny because Jack was half their size, but he was boss and they knew it. It seems so strange only seeing two when there should be three……


The joy found in the companionship of a pet is a blessing not given to everyone and Jack surely did just that. You graced my life with your presence, thank you for every moment we shared. Until I can journey to where you now are, you are just one breath away. I hold you in my heart….Run free sweet baby.



P.S. Thank you Jo Ann for the encouragement......