Jake, my precious Yorkie,
I saw you at the store and no one was buying you. You were almost 4 months old. I knew why. God was saving you for me. I knew you were suppose to be mine. I paid for you and stuck you inside my coat to keep you warm. You loved the ride home. That would be the first of many rides we would take together on our 14 year journey. You were my best friend. We went everywhere together. You were the smartest and sweetest dog I could have ever asked for. You seemed more like a little kid with a hairy face than a dog to me. You knew what I was thinking without me saying a word.
We had to start spelling lots of words because you understood them to well and would get excited everytime we were going bye bye but sometimes you would have to stay home. Then you learned how to spell. You especially knew how to spell McDonald’s. You loved to go bye bye in the car with your mama. You loved garage sales the most. You hung on after my husband/your daddy died. You were right by my side even then. And you kept hanging on when I lost my mother only 2 months later. You were still with me when I had to move. We left the only house you ever knew.
We moved together to another house and you waited until I got all settled in and got used to being there. You stayed with me for 4 months in the new house and then you got sick. I played soft Christian music to you that you loved and petted you and softly sang to you all day, knowing this was our last day on earth together and than mama took you and held you while the Dr. helped you to gently go to sleep. I will never get over losing you. I was there until the end. I love you so much Jake, “Loafy”, My Jakery Pie, our Pie Head baby. You brought me and daddy so many laughs.
We loved you will all of our hearts. I miss you so terribly much. I think daddy’s playing like he’s getting your boney in heaven right now and you are trying to get it back and are having fun.