Jake was my baby, my first son. He came into my life almost nine years ago as a baby. When I adopted him I felt like he was my son. I babied him, spoiled him and loved him a great deal. He was a major part of my life through the good times and the very difficult.
I always said Jake was part Lab part psycho.
He loved life and everything in it including my husband. They shared a bond right from the start but not like Jake and I had. He would of walked through fire for me and I for him. Jake past suddenly not so long ago.
One day he was breathing funny and the next thing I knew I was at a heart specialist. While at our visit Jakey had a clot move from his heart down to his spin. The doctors said he was paralyzed and would have another within a matter of minutes. Decisions needed to be made and I was terrified. My mom was with me but I really wanted Jake’s dad. I was 7 months pregnant with twins and very emotional. While my husband was on the phone we said goodbye to jake.
I held in my arms while he went to sleep for the last time. I still have dreams about that night. I wish he could be here now to see his new brothers. He would of loved them. Sometimes I think my one son has Jakes attitude and psychoness. I have been told that he left because he was always there for me. He was the one constant in my life and now that I was having children he could move on and not worry about me anymore. He didn’t have to share my love and attention with anyone.
I understand that but I still wish he was here. Not a day goes by that I do notthink of him and start to tear. I visit his grave often and keep his collar on the basement door so that when it opens I can hear his tags rattle. I miss him so much and long to see him again. Thank you for being a part of my life, for being my companion and keeping me safe.
Loving you,
| Jake |
| Cheryl |