Ty was infatuatied with Jessie. We all loved Jessie. I know my sister is holding her now.
Jessie was a good dog. She was innocent and loving and only happy when she could snitch a pet or a bite from someones picnic plate and loved chasing a ball, or even a rock if you would just throw it. I can see the intensity in her eyes now. Anyone could hold her attention with an arm raised in mid air. Those eyes said "Throw the ball, throw the ball, throw the ball!"
To get the pet that she deserved you didnt even have to move. She would find your hand and position her head right in your palm so even if you moved by accident she would get a pet. She always understood if you were tired....
Jessie was far too old and had out lived everyones expectations. Tonight was too much.
Each winter we thought it would be her last but she made it to spring and each time we would take a breath of relief. Winters were hard. She hurt from old injuries she didnt deserve. The aches of old age and the pain that would not be eased by OTC meds kept her in her bed. She would sit glassy eyed, tearing up but never uttered a cry. Just let my sister come home and she was dancing.
She began to lose her sight...and maybe her hearing. Her teeth were gone for the most part.
Tonight she cried. My sister took her to the vet at 10pm. They said it was time.
Please hold Jessie for me. Dont let her be scared.
