been the most difficult year of my life. Divorce and job loss-but
the hardest thing to bear was the death of my dog, Jack. Everyone
thinks their dog is special, but Jack truly was. He was abeautiful
farm collie-sweet, gentle, charming-and the love of my life.
He followed me everywhere. He slept with me. And when I felt
sad, or when my husband yelled at me, he was at my side in
seconds. He was my protector. Jack was a good soul, and I
called him my "soul dog."
know how old Jack was. I had him for 10 years, and took really
excellent care of him. He was full of life and amazingly agile.
And when we walked down the street, he pranced. And I always
thought, "Jack and I are walking the world together."
of the blue he developed a mass on his heart. It made no sense
to me, because this dog had the greatest heart in the world.
to make the decision before he suffered. The vet came to the
house. I did everything I could to make Jack's last day happy.
We took one last walk, though he was very weak, and I told
him how great he was. Friends met us back at the house. We
lit candles, made a fire, and Jack rested on the sofa.I told
him what a good boy he was. He weakly licked my face and the
vet gave him the drugs. And then right before my eyes my beautiful
boy was gone.
explain how much I miss him, but to say that I asked for a
sign-that he would reincarnate for me. And a couple of days
later it came. Something small on the ground caught my eye.
At first I thought it was a heart-shaped rock. It was a silver
charm, run over so many times I could barely make out the
design inside the heart-it was a paw print!
the charm home, and I take it as asign that I will see Jack
again. How or when I don't know. But I know that one day I
will, and this gives me great comfort.
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on April 6, 2013