We had to say good bye to Jack Russell this morning. He was a good faithful dog and Scott's best friend for over 14 years.
I just don't know how to sum up nearly a decade and a half of love and devotion. He was Scott's dog. There was never any question about that, not ever. In the early years he went to work with his Master every day. The truck was his home away from home. Wherever Scott was, Jack wanted to be.
He wasn't much of a water dog, but he went swimming with Merrilee four summers ago and seemed to enjoy the lake.
He tolerated the addition of the Harley dog and they became friends. As Jack's health began to deteriorate this spring, Harley became very gentle and tender with his old buddy. Sometimes he even allowed Jack to go outside first! But not too often.
He was a sprite - a vivacious and energetic force - a wiry little porcupine who slept in our bed every night of his life. He knew that he was loved. We buried him in front of the barn, under the mimosa tree where his grave is protected by the fairy roses. His spirit permeates this place. You'll never leave our hearts, Jackie Boy.
You enhanced our lives in ways that words cannot express.
You were one of a kind.
A legend - a companion, the mexican jumping bean. Brave, determined and true. Rest well until we meet again.
