This is Jake. Fat Jake. Jack Russel, fat Russel. He was there when I met Krishta, accepted me and stood next to us when we were married. He let us put wigs, hats, ugly sweaters at xmas and costumes on him at Halloween. He chased airplanes and guarded our airspace, looking up when we called out airspace! He hosted late night garbage parties for himself. He occasionally pooped where it was assured we would step in it before seeing it, Jaaaaake! He broke the meanest gas which, had we been able to harness, could have powered a small town or used effectively to disperse any riot. He sunbathed on his back, eat more than his own body weight given the chance and growled at you for giving him a bone. He was a little bastard, but he was our little bastard. He would also sit and stare at us for long periods of time, talking to us with his knowing eyes then gently rest his head on our knees. We knew he was saying something with them, and that something was I love you, over and over again. We love you too Jake, rest easy boy.
Posted on: Tue, 30 Sep 2014 20:41:52 +0000
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