It's Only Tuesday and the Several Frogs I've Swallowed Are Grumbling...

Act 1

Jake, you all knew him, and who could help but love the sweet, adorable, and once fat mutt.... now you shall know him no more. On Thursday, he will live only in the memory, a faint shadow in this material world we live in. What is beauty compared to the loyall love and adoration of a friend who truely listens? What is a fight when innocent sparks are flaring and flaming out before our eyes? I was worrying about my hair when I heard the phone ring, a warm sound in the comfortable atmosphere of my kitchen. Five minutes elapsed and my life changes once more. As I turn about, set upon the orbit of my life's circle, I wonder if it's these little things that make the circle seem colder, harsher, and infinately more joyful. Because I've known death, all life cannot but help to be cherished in my eyes. Pain has taken a new demension on. Still cruel? Yes, but now it is a defining point, a comparison marker. I can look back and see the lines of tears, tracks of where they had once run down my heart, my aching heart and know that things will get better, love and kindness still exist... Ok, well, maybe I'm not quite as traumatized as I sound. I watched Jake lose weight, almost all of it, in a short span of 2 or 3 months. I remember petting him, feeling his spine, and thinking how odd it was.... Well, let me tell you what happened, I know for one, Ren's backround details are sketchy as she never had the pleasure of meeting the mutt... Ahh, the good old days when I used to be able to call him fat...
Act -4months
Yes, we had to go back in time... time travel, its great huh? Well, unless you are Uncle Riko and Napolean... ;) Jake, where do we begin. Hes had a pretty long life, hes 9, but he used to be fat... soft and fat with light honey colored golden fur. I remember that his nose was pink until he was 2, and he didnt bark until that year either. As a puppy he used to not only chew his toys up, but eat them... a habit that stayed with him for life. He was a good dog, trained by my mother, scary as that sounds, but then, I've been trained by her myself... It was scary! lol He never ran away unless there were jet planes or thunder, he was so afraid of the sonic boom the palnes made. I always wanted to keep him inside, but my dad wouldn't hear of it, he did shed all year round so I almost don't blame him... almost. Anyways, he ran away this last summer, near the end. Ran away for 2 weeks. I honestly thought he was dead. But when we had pretty much given up hope, a lady who lived in the neighborhood called. She had had Jake the whole time! Now don't misundertand me, yall, he had his collar and tags on. She was trying to keep him. Not hard to figure out why, he was lovable and well trained. But still, the essence of it, the deceit behind her not calling us, it stung. Jake came back, but after a while, it became obvious that the life of comfort he lived at the other lady's house was the better thing for him. We gave him to her, but still visited him. In fact, he came back to the house one night, got out of hers and waltzed into the backyard, setteling down on the back deck. What a sweetie. But back he went. He had a friend there, another dog, something that, once more, my dad refused us. Ah well. Now she called up today. Turns out that its like what I had suspected all along, liver failure. All types of blood cell counts very low, iron deficiant. And no one had listened when I said he was sick, said he had lost all of his weight. What else could I do? So it was in this manner that he wasted away before my very eyes. On Thursday, they'll take him in, and I hope more than anything that I can go too. To Jake: It won't hurt, honey, in fact, you'll feel like a pup again... A pup with a pink nose.