17 years
Did anyone know a dog could live that long? My parents had a pretty awful day today having to put down our family dog of 17 years, Jake. He joined our family after our first bichon, Dudley, made babies with Dolly. We got the pick of the litter and suddenly my mom found herself with 2 dogs. I still remember the phone call I got while at Iowa State.
My dad has always been the dog lover in the family and as I sit in Cleveland, now all grown up with 2 dogs of my own, I recognize it's one of many of traits I took from him. My mom on the other hand became a dog lover and continued to love Dudley and Jake long after Jamie and I had left the nest.
My sister just asked me if I remember talking turns "having to walk the dogs"? Oh yes! How about dressing up in a garbage bag to walk the dogs in Wisconsin weather? We never had enough or the right excuses to get out of it!
And now my memories become visions of Duke, Dudley, Chesney and Jake running around together enjoying the good life.
RIP Jake
10-13-09
My dad has always been the dog lover in the family and as I sit in Cleveland, now all grown up with 2 dogs of my own, I recognize it's one of many of traits I took from him. My mom on the other hand became a dog lover and continued to love Dudley and Jake long after Jamie and I had left the nest.
My sister just asked me if I remember talking turns "having to walk the dogs"? Oh yes! How about dressing up in a garbage bag to walk the dogs in Wisconsin weather? We never had enough or the right excuses to get out of it!
And now my memories become visions of Duke, Dudley, Chesney and Jake running around together enjoying the good life.
RIP Jake
10-13-09
posted by ottmama at
4:23 PM
0 Comments:
Post a Comment
Subscribe to Post Comments [Atom]
<< Home