Jackson

I counted the days until I could bring you home. From the day you stepped through that door, you were my other half. You were by my side through so many ups and downs. And even though I tried my best, I know I failed you. You were a warrior through two TPLO surgeries, never complaining and rebounding with resilience and your spirit in tact. Shortly after number two, your gait started to change. At 8 years old, Osteosarcoma took its hold. You were my heart dog. You gave so freely of yourself, loved unconditionally, lived with grace, and were taken too soon. Fender is with us now J, he has your blood and he is part of the fight to find answers. You will always be number one in my heart sweet boy.