It's been almost six months since
Garfield died. Every Garfield needs his Odie, and my Garfield's was Jake. We had to take Jake to his final visit to the vet's today: he was diagnosed with aggressive terminal cancer three weeks ago and given six months to live, but a turn for the worse last week pulled that date back to today. He was sixteen.
We got Jake as a pup in 1993, and he kept those puppy looks right up until the end. I visited him at my mother's yesterday, and gave him a hug and touched our foreheads together like we've done since we were both young. He was the best of dogs.
Sleep peacefully boy.
I will miss you.
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