My Best Friend

My Best Friend

To be lucky enough to be graced with a best friend is one thing, but to be afforded the opportunity to live with him for 14 years is incredible. I was blessed.

I was young when in August 1999 he was born. Jef was picked from the litter because out of all the pups he laid his head on my arm immediately, like he was ready to come.

Jef had more spunk and personality than any dog I have ever met. Anyone who ever knew him or watched him while I was on exercise or away overseas would agree.

Jef ran hard, resulting in 3 knee surgeries, two on the same knee.

Like most dogs, he gave me more than I'm sure I could possibly ever give him.

Wow, do I miss him!

Loyalty was impossible to match. Although I tried, he was just better.

Last night he had roast beef and potatoes, this morning tuna, a treat before the drive and another as we arrived at the Vet.

Being a soldier taught me how to deal with my emotions really well. Some would say I had none. In my teenage/adult life I'm not sure anyone has ever seen a tear in my eye.

Jef has.

The plan was to show up, a quick sedative and several minutes later the second part would finish it. I was going to leave immediately, but I didn't.

As honest as Jef was to me every single second of his life, I repaid that to him today with tears and a half hour of talk, thanking him for every single second he gave me.

I don't know what happens now, but what I do know is that if this Rainbow Bridge thing is true, I can't wait to see him again.

THANK YOU JEF, for everything you taught me and gave me.

I love you buddy, R.I.P. - 2013/07/26