My oldest and dearest friend Linda and I have done most of the important stuff in our adult lives together: raised kids, divorces, remarriages, and then when our kids grew up, we got our empty nest puppies: she got Jake and I got Paddie.
This week dear old Jake passed on. In his young heyday, he was a regular nut boy, bounding here and there and joyfully welcoming everyone to his home. He was full of love. The last few times I had been up at Linda's farm, Jake hadn't been moving well and was clearly functioning with chronic pain. This week, surrounded by his people, Linda and Jim, and in the barn he loved to rest in, he went to the highest heaven where all dogs belong. Be at peace and without pain, Jake. We will miss you.