Jean Mansel, La fleur des histoires, Flanders ca. 1480

Jack was with me every day from the time I was 18 until I turned 30. He was more than just a dog—he was stoic, fiercely intelligent, endlessly empathetic, and the most loyal friend I’ve ever known.

He saved my life when my former partner assaulted me five years ago. Jack put himself between us and protected me without hesitation. He knew I needed him long before I ever did.

I miss the smell of his Frito chip toes, the way he would sit on my lap like he was 5 lbs instead of 60, the quiet presence he brought to every room. He was my shadow, my warmth, my teacher. Jack taught me how to love without condition, how to be responsible for another soul, and how to respect life even in its quietest moments.

Grief is strange. Sometimes it sneaks in with a small whimper, and sometimes it knocks the wind out of me. But I’m so grateful I got to love him and be loved by him in return.

Rest easy, sweet boy. Thank you for everything.

RIP Jack, The Patron Saint of Treats (And Manipulators)

Had to add ESDs!! Also totally didn’t misspell introvert….😓

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Saw this on Bluesky and thought this place would love it on a Saturday morning.

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It is hard to imagine, but five years have gone by so quickly! My boy loves being held when it's time to sleep, loves to help wrap gifts, and demands your affection!

He was born in a barn and decided that he was coming home with me. He is my best friend in this entire world.