My Jair was the perfect corgi mix anyone could ever wish for. I always described him as a corgi that got shrunk in the wash. He was so spirited and mischievous and he loved to play. You could always tell how happy he was by how curly his tail got. If it curled all the way so it touched his back, you knew he was thrilled.|
I got Jair when he was an 8-week-old puppy and I raised him for almost 5 years. I've never lived on my own without him. I house trained him, then obedience trained him, and he's been practicing agility classes for several years now. I was just starting to think about taking him to a real trial. Just last month, I taught him how to "shake" and I was working on teaching him right and left shake.
I always called him my "cheer-up dog". I got him shortly after college when I was in a really bad place. He could always make me happy no matter what was going on. He would tip his head almost 90 degrees to the side and he had two little brown patches of fur over his eyes that always looked like eyebrows cocked in a question. His eyes were the best, though. Liquid brown eyes that always said "I love you and I trust you no matter what".
I don't know what to do now that he's gone. I can't imagine my life without him. I loved him more than he could ever understand and I will miss him every moment for the rest of my life. I love you Jairbear. Please wait for me.