Jacob, our lovely German Shepherd, died last week. I mentioned him on Twitter and Tumblr when he went, and several of you sent kind messages of comfort, but I haven’t been able to talk about him properly until now.
It wasn’t a shock. He’s been poorly and we’ve been monitoring his quality of life closely. When that plummeted suddenly, it was his time.
He’s been my best friend for 12 years. I’m not being sentimental. He really did have the loveliest nature of any dog I’ve ever known, and we’re a doggy family so there have been several candidates for that title. It’s Jake’s, though. He was intelligent, witty, faithful, protective, understanding, full of fun, and simply my best friend.
Our house is in the foothills of Dartmoor, and that was our favourite place. We loved it up there on the moor. It’s wild, and big, and free, and there’s so much space! He couldn’t wait to leap down from the car and charge off like a racehorse, but he always came back for me. Then he’d charge off again, and charge back again, grinning all over his face and his big tongue lolling with unrestrained happiness.
Those Dartmoor walks were the highlights of our life together. Being with you made me happy, Jake. I don’t think I’ve ever been happier.
His ashes came home today, in a heavy ceramic urn. They’re on the bottom shelf of my CD cabinet with Tex’s (who lived with us immediately before Jacob) and Harry’s (who was Jacob’s big brother). One day young Elvis’s ashes will join them. And one day, mine will come home in an urn too.
I’d like my family to wait for a bright, blustery day, and to mix my ashes with Jacob’s, Harry’s, Tex’s, and maybe Elvis’s if he precedes me, and to scatter us to the wind all together. I want to run with my boys. Especially with Jacob. We’ll run like the wind.
Thank you for being my friend. Jake. I love you.