We also had to put our dog down. Jack was 11 years old and had a great life, but it was so hard to lose him. I was devastated, which led to me having no desire to blog, or really do much besides be sad in my free time.
|After a particularly embarrassing haircut!|
|On one of our last walks together|
|In his glory days!|
We got him when I was in grade 9. Jack was my most favorite running partner ever. When I first started running I used to have to literally drag him down the driveway to come with me. I was too scared to run in the bushes on my own or else I probably would have just left him at home.
Eventually we both grew to love running, and he was always ready to head out for a quick run. I remember one Christmas we went out for a run and as we were going down an icy hill I slipped and fell. Jack decided the best way to help was to come and sit on my stomach. As you can see in the photos, he was not a small boy, but I couldn't stop laughing long enough to push him off of me. It was pretty funny.
He had an amazing life, and we were so lucky to have him. Its going to be weird when we get home from our vacation and he's not there to greet us with a stick or a ball or a bone. He was hurting pretty bad at the end though, so it was time. RIP Jacky Lou.
I will be back within the next couple of days to update y'all on the ongoings of the past couple of weeks... stay tuned!