Today was my dog’s 15th birthday. It was also the day we said goodbye.
He had been in my life for more than half of it. I remember us going round to the Ioppo’s place and watching the four pups in the litter play. Jakes was the runt, so we chose him. I’m so glad we did.
I remember my brother and I running the length of the house as he chased us as puppy, but couldnt jump high enough to get up onto the bed. I remember him bouncing on the trampoline with us, chilling on the bodyboard in the pool, swimming with us, going for long walks in the nearby forest and sugarcane fields, coming with us when we went riding motorbikes, making mountain bike tracks. He would dig holes in the ground most days, go mental for tennis balls (and balloons), chew rocks (im not kidding) and chase birds.
He got the nickname ‘the demon dog’ from my mother for various things including: being hit by a car, riden over by a motorbike, barking for hours at monkeys passing through our garden, trying to attack the swimming pool water, almost dying twice from severe viral infestions, attacking dogs twice his size, being almost killed by a dog twice his size…
In his last few days he went blind and deaf, frustrated he couldnt run and play anymore. He’d had enough. A full life and always a special place in my heart.
RIP Jakes. I love you Pooks.