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We thought we'd share our Jack's story and a donation with the B.O.N.E.S. organization and followers as a tribute to our boy and pack master chief.
He spent close to sixteen years with us before crossing to the rainbow bridge a few weeks ago this May (2019). Our hearts are broken and our house quiet without him (despite having two young boys).
We adopted Jack from B.O.N.E.S. in 2004 after searching for months to find the right dog to fit our busy lifestyle. We owe a foster mom our gratitude as we were first told that Jack was too young to be left in the house all day while we went to work, but the foster mom said he had a calm demeanor and had made it a six-hour trip in her car and didn't want to get out to go to the bathroom. We picked him up one afternoon in Framingham and we were smitten.
Jack had a way of letting you know what he wanted. He wasn't a bayer, preferring to give one loud bark to get your attention. Being perfectly content all day but ripping up a tissue box when we came back to walk him in the middle of the afternoon and interrupted his nap.
When he was young, he stole Crab Rangoon off the counter; going forward we ordered some just to give him a treat. He was loving and playful but knew when it was just time to cuddle and relax.
We went to an off-leash dog park once where he ran and played. As we were about to leave, he decided to jump off a rock into the middle of the pond. He was adventurous and protective. Watching our two boys grow up, he made sure they never got too far away or into too much trouble.
He always hated vacuums and liked to chase flies and squirrels. He loved to give us hugs and was our beloved "poochieman." This last year was hard on him. Arthritis and cataracts got the best of him in his old age. He was an independent dog and it was hard for us to watch that independence fail him. It was even harder for us to say goodbye.
It is the memories that get us through the sad times. May you rest in peace, our dear boy.
Thank you, B.O.N.E.S., for introducing us to our Jack. He was loved beyond measure.
The Hopewells
