by Lizzy Wilson
Jake was my first puppy and I got him for my 6th birthday... it was love at first site that puppy was one of the most important things in my life. We grew up together, I loved him and he loved me. When Jake turned 8 he began to have problems with his nose, it was like a tumor that wasn't cancer but never went away. I went away to boarding school and I came home for Christmas Break and before I left I told Jake to hang on just until I got homw so I could see him one last time, but that didn't happen. My mom called me one day to tell me that they had to put Jake down. My baby was suffering way to much, he had gone threw to much pain and suffering for two years and it was time to let him go to heaven where he's in a better place. I MISS HIM SO MUCH, BUT I KNOW THAT HE'S NOT SUFFERING ANYMORE AND THAT HE'S WATCHING OVER ME AND MY FAMILY.
~~~~July 18, 1993 to January 2002~~~~
Dear Baby,
I love you Jake, you were such a good dog, and one of my best friends and I will never ever forget you!
Love Your Sissy,
Liz