Jack ...my 'homie'...my pillow...my listener...my eater of all things hot dog...my peacemaker...my hope is to be the man you think I am, my big black soulbrother. I defer to your wisdom...and grace. I defer; to your inclusion, to your wonder, to your patience, to...you old man. I'm so glad we're together pal.
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Segue...February 16 2012. Jack travels into legend. My boy, my confidant, Oh...my so-many-things-i-could-be-to-measure-up-to-be-the-guy-you-think-i-am-person.
You are the first pup in my life that I've lived with and loved from cradle to grave...my broken heart is brokener, you are not here anymore.
The world is so much more plain without you in it, Jacko...
I'm so sorry you got so sick...so quickly. I hope to the god of allmercies that you never endured any pain...you are a godsend, my dear old friend.
I loved your big head in my lap as we drove around in the blues tuck...and then the big white truck...
vans were you favorite...all that room in the back seat...yeah...just to jump in and drive around and munch on pork skins and milk, eh, pal??!
Every time I'd go to the burger joints, I'd always get one or two for Homie...the master-Hogg-u-lah!! "...Cheese, Pleeze..."
I remember so much...I'll come visit, and we'll talk more, ok pal??
Now, go lay down...
no, you may not get on that couch...yours is over here. (of course, that policy was good only until the human-snore-cycle commenced. Couches were fair game once the Guards were alseep!!
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