J.C. You were 2 years old when we got you from a mom that couldn't keep you any more. There were many trips to the Vet to try and keep you healthy. There were constant health issues and minor surgeries to remove little growths that would come up. You always had a weight problem with your health situation. Your previous mom had you trained well to go to the door and bark when you had to go potty. I never had to keep you on a leash when you were outside, you would never stray from the yard or run away. You were such a bleesing in my life. All you ever wanted was your food and water bowl, your toys and your bed. In early January, 2011 you had a serious surgery at the specialist that was cancerous, they tried their best and thought they got it all. In the last month before the end, you were obviously in pain and could not eat very much. I laid with you on the kitchen floor the night before we had to say goodbye, I knew this was going to be the end but really still cannot face it. I hope I did the right thing for you and released your sweet little soul to Rainbow Bridge, no longer to suffer. I will never get over you. Like your predecessor, Snowball, I laid you to rest in the fanciest sealed dog casket I could get, on grandma's farm. I held you in my arms to the end. The same Vet who operated on you so many times was with us at the end, which was more than just coincidencence, I think. You were born on Thanksgiving, November 23, 2000, and I buried you on Thanksgiving, 2011. You are in my herat now and forever, J.C. I will always love you; I cannot get over crying about you all the time. Love, Dad. Thnak you for being you and for being in and enriching my life, despite all of the pain.|
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