Even though we know it is time, we are not ready.
You came to us when Jacob was only six years old—fulfilling his childhood desire for a Jack Russell Terrier. We knew you’d be trouble when we first saw your little white and black nose snuffling under the gate at the shelter. We bought you a designated dog bed—you never used it. You slept with us, as was proper. You didn’t eat our cats, because we asked you not to—though ridding the world of vermin is what you were bred for. You kept us company. You kept us safe from lizards, the mailman, and other interlopers. You made us laugh and cry. You are the most stubborn creature I have ever, and probably will ever, know.
These last few years have diminished you. We watched you finally begin to slow, at 15, then 18 years old. Nonetheless, you still did your daily patrol, and barked when the doorbell rang. But, lately, you spent more time sleeping. You still liked being held and walked, but the light in your eyes was fading.
Even though we know it is time, we are not ready. We are not ready to wake up to a world without you in it. We will always love you Big Dog.
RIP Buddy 1999-2020
