Friday, June 11, 2010



late yesterday afternoon our Dog Jackson opened up our front door and ran out with with our other dog Mollie. its not unusual for that to happen cause where we live kids are constantly opening our back gate an d letting them escape but we usually leave the front door locked . normally they always come back but i would worry about them the entire time and just pray they would make it home safe.

around 9 ish last night Scott got a call and left the house. i assumed it was to pick the dogs up because some one found them.

he was gone a really long time and i started to worry

so i called and called and he didn't answer. finally he picked up and said that some one called him about Jackson and that he had been hit by a car.

i thought i was going to throw up. i asked if he was dead and Scott said yes but he was alive for a little while longer when he got there. i was devastated

he told me he would be on his way home soon and that we needed to decided what we wanted to tell our daughter. not to mention our other dog had not come back yet and we didn't know if maybe she had seen what had happened. or maybe got hit also. she came home early this morning. so we were very glad that she was safe but she had obviously been traumatized because she was whimpering an d crying threw the hole house.

when Scott finally came home we sat down and had a big cry fest together and i just was a mess. my husband said that he had been alive but was in so much pain his spine was broken and he was just whimpering and crying. he and the man who found him loaded him into the truck an d scott began calling vet offices to see if any thing could be done. it broke his heart he said cause Jackson would just keep trying to get up to be closer to him and would scream and yelp till scott eventually positioned him with his head in his lap and talked to him while waiting for the vet. scott said the vet pretty much said that there wasn't any thing he could do and that it was up to him if he wanted to bring him in to be put down or if he wanted to just wait it out, my husband then just pet him and rubbed him and then eventually he felt him stop breathing . it was awful but he said that he was so grateful that he was there with him and that he didn't have to just die alone on the side of the road.

Jackson was an amazing dog. we got him from the pound when he was about 10 Weeks old. it was such a fluke. we had been looking to get a dog and saw a pictures of some Australian Shepard and went to go see if it was still available . we went in and he was but it just wasn't meant to be. so i went back to look as the rest of the dogs and started in the small dogs section. there were lots of adorable fat little puppies licking and pawing threw the bars of the kennels. i looked at a few of them and then saw a cage further down the row with a black little figure in the back just sitting there. not getting much attention from an one else. i tried to get his attention and he came forward a little bit and gave me a lick threw the bars. he seemed pretty mellow. and he was fat and fluffy and looked like a bear cub. so we adopted him!

i remembered my uncle had told me when he had picked out his favorite dog. he was looking into a litter of wiggly little black puppies and pointed to the one that was just sitting there too fat to move and acting real calm when all the others were biting ,fighting and jumping up in the pin. he obviously chose the Little fat one who was the first Jackson .my uncle at that point in time had just been in a horrible motorcycle accident and wasn't really getting around too good so if he had a dog he wanted it to be a puppy that he could catch and wasn't gonna be inclined to run off and never come back. so i decided that this fluffy, shy, quite little pup was just the little bear cub for us! we adopted him . and then a weak later picked up our little pound puppy from the vet. and named him Jackson in memory of my uncles dog who was on e o f the most amazing animals i had even seen. plus this dog looked an awful lot like him too.

Our Jackson was perfect ! he fit right in and was the best behaved dog i have ever owned . he could sit, stay, shake, lay down. he lie in a bed like a person and always put his hed up on the pillow and he would just walk up to me and set his sweet little face right in my lap when ever he wanted a good hug or love.. he just wanted to be with us. he never bit the kids he was right at home with the smaller ones and all he ever wanted in the whole world when we lived next to a playground was to run out and play with the kids on it. he slept in our oldest daughters bed and would wake us all up right on time in the morning and once when our house was broken into he scared scared whe ever it was that was trying to get in. he got along with every one. and he loved to play fetch. he could open doors for himself. he was just the best and most beautiful dog ever. and so so smart.

there will be a hole in our lives where he fit that we never be filled by any other pet. Jackson our love we will miss dearly.


  1. oh no this made me cry! i love animals! my cat got ran over by a car about 4 yrs ago when i 1st met my husband. my mom and i were a wreck! and we knew the person in our neighborhood who did it! i guess they were speeding to get to the bus stop for their kid i was so pissed! and i was really sick also i had to go to the doc that day and get a steroid shot on my ass cheek to bring down my swollen throat! i hate needles so it was a very bad day indeed! took me a yr to get the cat i have now bc i felt like i didnt want to go threw it again. but she keeps me sane and i love her!

  2. when i was small we had a dog that was crazy but i loved him and he was hit by a person who lived two dorrs down from us . . . she hit an d an d just kept going pulled right into her drive way an d went in her house she didnt even come down to say sorry.
    it was soo awfull! i was small then and i remembered how crushed i was. it kills me cause i cant bealive that any one would just hit a dog and then leave him there to die. god blass the man who called my husband. im soooo sooo greatfull that he got to be with his daddy and not die alone on the side of the road. he was too good of a dog