Jake has been in the car, waiting for me on his pillow with his travel water bowl, while I run errands, see movies, go to dinner and even attend weddings (I think he's been to a few funerals as well). I can't tell you how many valets I've had to tell I would park my own car because my "baby" would take their hand off if they got in the car without me. Jake has flown with us to Montana and Idaho and driven to Palm Springs. We take our fella everywhere. He's part of our family. It's quite normal for us to be out and have our friends or family ask "is Jake in the car"? He and Andrew Henry go for a bike ride every morning.
Father's Day was a difficult one for us here at the Pagoda. A 3 day vigil of countless vet visits, phone calls and feeding him ice chips. He was fighting so hard and we were holding on so tight, but his suffering outweighed our hope and we had to say goodbye to our much loved friend. Our house is full of sorrow right now and our burden feels oh so heavy.
I'm heading out of town today. Road trip with my mom to visit the daughter up in Seattle. Husband will be joining us next week. Impending joy to help lighten the sadness. There are guest posts and giveaways and other goodies while I'm away, and I'll be checking in every day so do please still stop by. Seems blogland is the only thing getting me out of bed lately. Strange.
This is our daughter, home for Thanksgiving last year, with our Jake - my two babies. Our beloved Jake.
Ah, when to the heart of man
Was it ever less than a treason
To go with the drift of things,
To yield with a grace to reason,
And bow and accept the end
Of a love or a season? ...Frost