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Our grumpy and loving 13 year old golden boy crossed the Rainbow Bridge a week ago, on January 30th, 2 days after my birthday. It has taken me this time to try and write about him, to get everything about him in this final update. It finally dawned on me, there weren't enough ways to tell all the stories about him and what he brought to our lives. So instead I waited for his last good days outside and in, took the pics and finally decided that no matter how I write this story about Jake, our rescued RAGOM senior............it wouldn't be able to do him justice. So here's just a little bit of life with Jakie. A couple of years ago when I decided to foster RAGOM dogs the agreement with my husband was we would only do senior dogs. Well, all different age dogs came including a puppy mill momma who gave birth to 8 puppies, puppers, young adults and finally some seniors. One day I got a request to go do an 'intake' on a 10 year old male PB golden that was only a few miles from me. I didn't think I was gonna keep him, but off I went. I got him home and I soon discovered he had a couple of rules for us: no clipping nails, no brushing, no lifting off or on anything and never ever take a raw marrow bone away from him. After about a week I decided maybe this wasn't such a good fit. After all we had our own Golden senior, Reba, who was the perfect dog. What would we do with this old and grumpy guy who needed some grooming done? I must have thought I was the dog whisperer cuz I gave it my best shot and after a nip I thought I needed a different strategy. I bought a basket weave muzzle. Oh boy I thought, what will people think of me now. Off to the vet we went to get his thick rich and matted hair cut off. After that hair cut he was like a pup, feeling free from the masses of fur he was carrying on him. After that when I called Jake with muzzle in hand he would trott over, sit down and patiently wait for me to strap on the muzzle. This became a way of life when it was time to clip nails, brush him, cut out mats etc. He learned when it was time to give up the marrow bones he could grumble, but he gave them up. He learned to wait to be invited up on the bed and when told off hopped right off. A couple months passed and our sweet Reba crossed the Rainbow Bridge with our help. Soon a RAGOM friend kept asking me when I was gonna 'commit' to Jake. Commit? Commit to what? To adopting him. Adopting this grumpy old man, I don't think so. But then I thought who will take this dog with his 'rules' and who will always be sure to have 2 tennis balls; one to throw and one to show Jake when he came back that I had another one so he would drop the one he had. Everyone wants a puppy or young adult, no one wants an old dog no matter what the reason. Jake had been in 2 homes already and since moving to town took to chasing the neighbor cat and didn't like having the kids coming up and hanging on him. Well, he adjusted to our cats, he welcomed any dog that came to the house, he greeted everyone, he never ran away when we walked in the field, but still who would love him the way he deserved. We never got one person interested in him. So one night I told my husband we were committing to Jake.........of which he replied what does that mean. I said it means adopting him for the rest of his life. After some grumbling and informing me it was my dog, not his, and I would be responsible for him, we signed the papers and Jakie became ours. Jake saw the dogs come and go, a new kitty arrive to stay, he loved it when the puppies got to be old enough to be outside and he could bark out his orders and keep them in line........or so he thought. But along the way something happened. He became Dad's dog. Jake knew when it was Saturday. Dad could put his coat on any day of the week and Jake wouldn't move. Come Saturday he didn't leave Dad outta his sight. Unless too hot or too cold he went with Dad on his errands to the grocery store, drug store, home depot, bakery, hardware store..........where ever the car took him. He was content to lay in the back seat and watch the world go by. When it was time to mow, Jake kept an eye on Dad to make sure he didn't miss a spot. When it was time to blow snow, Jake walked behind him to be sure he got all the snow. When his paws got cold he would lay in the garage, pick out the snow and then back out to supervise the blowing of snow. He slept on Dad's side of the bed. But of course he wasn't Dad's dog. Time went by and suddenly Jake didn't care to chase the tennis balls as much as he used to. The long walk around the field was too much. He would follow behind us, but the next day we would find him tired and sore. So soon the walks were around the yard and over to the neighbors. Then the appetite started to wane. This from the dog who would eat anything at any time. The sight and hearing was going. I kept checking his gums and they were getting light and tacky. So after a business trip for Dad, off to the vet we went. The x-rays showed his spleen was enlarged and most likely bleeding out. Nothing to do but wait and watch. At this time we also found out he had the worse shoulder arthritis the vet had ever seen. So on pain meds he went. While Dad was gone on another trip I realized it was coming to the end. I made an appointment and it was agreed it was time. So Dad got home on Friday and on Saturday they went on their errands and came home to wait for the vet to come help Jake cross the Rainbow Bridge. I have sat in the same place on my kitchen floor to help my dogs cross the bridge, but this time Jake didn't want to lay on my lap. He laid down on the blanket and pushed his head toward his Dad's hands and looked up and started to lick his hand, to comfort him and tell him it was alright, it was time. And so Jake passed over the Bridge with his Dad's hands on him til he drew his last breath. It is quiet in our house without Jake barking when he would actually hear or see someone or something outside on the deck. Bailey the cat still looks around to see if Jake is near by and ready to give chase. There is no white faced golden laying under the table, or staring at you for his bedtime treat. Only Jax, our 1 year old cocker, to take rides and walks. I still call out Jake and Jax when time to go out to potty, or go for a ride or time to eat. But then I think about how lucky we were to have this old senior boy with us, though it was for less than 3 years. And I wouldn't trade one of 'em. You know you are alive when you take in a senior that someone has decided they no longer have time for, or the kids are gone, or he's old and not trustworthy around the kids or cats or whatever the reason. Each one of these seniors deserve to live out their final years in the comfort of a home, with a family that loves them, and shares each day as the gift it is. How lucky we were to be able to have the honor to spend Jake's last years with him and be with him when it was time to let him go. Is it hard? Of course it's hard. But with loving comes the pain of loss. It's the circle of life. Seniors have a wealth of experience, knowledge, love and acceptance to share with you. They know they are in a special place with special people. So next time you look for that younger dog under age 8 or 10, stop and think about what that golden senior has to offer and share with you. We did and it was worth every 'rule' Jake gave us. We love and miss you, Jakie.......................we'll see you at the Bridge. Mom and Dad, Jax, Sedwick, Coulter and Bailey.
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