On the day before his passing Jack was still engaged in giving love. His life was just that.....pleasing those around him as he did on this very day when one of his avid followers of this blog stopped in to visit. He had very little energy, but he made his way outside and managed to stay in a seated position while she scratched his chin which brought on a slight golden smile.
If I were to write a eulogy about Jack and that golden smile, it would go something like this.....
Jack entered my world at time when I had left many close friends and family to start a new life in a new state. He was a birthday gift from my husband and he instantly brought both of us great happiness and the occasional frustration dealing with an 8 month old puppy. Looking back on those early years I laugh at Jacks mischievous puppy ways. Like the times he chewed through multiple dog beds when left at home for too long. Or the furniture he chewed that I still endure the pain of a small splinter if I rub my foot on one of the legs of our dining room table. And his one and only accident in the house within the first week of his arrival which destroyed a beautiful rug. These moments were a drop in the bucket compared to all the joyful times spent in his company.
He was a ball of energy who loved to play Frisbee. Actually, it was an obsession and resulted in one of his very first injuries. He would slide towards the floating disc as it drifted through the air and began to descend towards the ground as if he was rounding to home base, locking his front legs to slow down, which ultimately caused a torn ligament in his shoulder. Those 2 weeks of restricted play was devastating for a 3 year-old golden. And I remember how much he would let me know by flashing those sad puppy eyes because we weren't going for our evening walks or playing a game of fetch. But he recovered and was quite the Frisbee pro, retrieving it and always bringing it back to you for more, so much so that you'd begin to fear you just may injure yourself.