November 8, 2013
I just got off the phone with my Mom and was informed that our dog Jackie, an 18-year-old Jack Russel, had to be put down today. She was always a good friend, and she will be miss dearly, remembered fondly.
Jackie was pugnacious, quick to let you know what she wanted and of what she did not approve, by the bite, the kiss or the bark. She was scrappy, adventurous and would run around the house with great fervor after a bath -- though those were rare.
When she was just a pup, she got lost in the woods after a snowstorm and did not return for several hours, with her puppy paws stung by frostbite. Ever since, she was reluctant to go outside if the ground was snow-covered or icy. But then, who of us isn't?
After school, while my Mom was at work, I would take her on walks around the neighborhood. She would always try to convince me to take her into Norris Reservation. By convincing, I mean pulling the leash with all her might. Sometimes, I would oblige her, telling her, "Alright, but just to the bridge. Then we come back."
I don't remember why I was in such a rush to get home, but I wish I'd made more time for her.
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Eighteen and a half years is a good amount of time to get to know someone, but time with friends always feels short.
You were a damn fine dog.
