JAX
My little man, Jax.
What a happy day it was when we met! You were the last of your brothers and sisters to be adopted from the country breeder. You acquired the nickname “Jungle Boy”, for your kennel was surrounded by country space,
trees and open area.
You were a little timid when we first met and it took you about 10 minutes to really become comfortable with us visiting you.
But, you became a loved and loving little man, full of mischief and playfulness, as a 14-week old puppy is.
Doggy school commenced and you were a studious, but slow learner… Or was it me, as the trainer said, who needed the effort and discipline? Sao thinks the latter… haha.
You were the little man who licked my legs dry after I got out of the shower, the little man who always stole my shoes and clothes and ran away with them, hoping for some puppy fun, which you always achieved.
One day, you seemed quieter than usual and instead of licking my feet after the shower, you rested on our bed… Unusual for an energetic little boy. Only the day before, you were running around the yard, full of energy and turning, ducking and weaving as you always did, to maximise your joy. Your quietness was unusual and noticeable, as was your appetite loss, also unusual and noticeable.
Off to work I went. Alex telephoned me at 2.00pm and informed me you were laying under a bush and not moving much. I rushed home, concerned about your lack of appetite and lethargy that morning. As we coaxed you out from under the bush, you couldn’t stand. We rushed you to Harry, your doctor, who suspected rat poisoning and immediately referred us to Animal Emergency Clinic.
AEC did tests and it wasn’t poisoning. X-rays and other scans did not indicate any obstruction in your stomach, intestine or bowel, but rather, a twist in your intestinal tract. Surgery was recommended and proceeded. During surgery, it became apparent your intestine had twisted, cutting off vital blood supply to your intestine, leaving 90% to 95% withered and dead. It was suggested the dead tissue be removed but given the remaining 5% to 10% could not sustain a normal life, nor normal diet, nor your continued growth as you became an adult, nor the special diet you would require for the remainder of your life, nor the problematic diahorrea you would have for your life, the other option presented to me was decided upon, and you gently went into a deeper and deeper sleep until you were gone…
Your pain was removed and my heart was once again shattered. If only the amazing amount of love I had for you could have made you better.
Rest peacefully, my little man, Jax. Please always remember you were loved, cared for and will always hold a special place in my heart and dear, loving memories.
My little man Jax,
| Jax |
| 29, Mar 2016 |
| Greg |