Jackson, you came to me from the SPCA 12 years ago, already five years old. I never understood why anyone would give you up. We bonded quickly and spent years exploring every nook and cranny of our neighbourhood, with you leaving your story on every bush and tree.
You fiercely protected the backyard from birds, squirrels, rats, and even no-see-ums. As I gardened, you helped too—digging holes in your own special way. You were dealt one health issue after another, yet you faced them all with superhero strength.
As time wore on, your body weakened. Our walks grew shorter. You became frailer, but you still rallied to go on—until you couldn’t. You left me as I held you, with the gentle help of Resting Paws.
I miss you.