July 17, 2008

Today was a difficult day. I had to have Jack put to sleep. Every time I had pet him lately I could feel more of his bones. He was barely eating. Last night he didn't sleep in his usual spot on our deck. He did not want to be in the house. He ended up sleeping behind the house. In the morning, I went outside to give him his medicine. I gave it to him in a hotdog, because he always would take it that way. A few minutes later he went down the hill and threw up. I know it was time. I could not let him suffer anymore. I kept hoping that he would get better. I finally realized that he would not. He is buried out back between the fire pit and the canal, two of his favorite places. This was very hard to deal with, especially without having Jayson here to help me. I will miss Jack terribly.