They say a man is blessed if he has one good dog in his lifetime. I have been blessed many times over.
It all began when our daughter dragged two puppies home many moons ago. They were abandoned on the side of the road with a bucket and a blanket. Both ended up having the mange and costing thousands to heal. But that is part of owning pets. They become family, and as such, their healthcare is your responsibility.
Jack was unique, part boxer and part Dalmatian. There wasn’t a mean bone in his body. In fact, he was a quiet peacemaker. Many times he would wade into a dog fight to break it up, only to be viciously attacked and bloodied. He detested violence.
He had the patience of Job and always greeted us at the front door. He loved his comfort and he loved his meals. He would wake you up if you slept one minute past his meal time.
He died in my arms at 0622 on Feb 1st. I’m glad he went peacefully, but we are heartbroken. There is a huge void in the house now and I can tell that Zip misses his brother. He is buried with his family at home. He will be missed by all. Love you Buddy!
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