[mattdavis11]

With Jake, I didn't know, Haley I knew but couldn't stop throwing up all day. I went by last night after the fact.

When Jake was put down, I came home from work to my brothers sitting in the garage shooting the bull. I asked how he was and they said he's chilling. As I was about to walk in the house, they told me he's literally chilling, as in the freezer. We buried him the next weekend in the back yard.

Haley was already in the dirt last night.

It bothers me regardless of being there or not. When we picked out Haley, we also picked another in the litter for my parents, Jezabel. The first month and a half, I stayed at home with them both as I was in between employment at the time. Fond memories playing with them, tripping over the St. Augustine grass, etc...

I spent 3 years quality years with Jezabel later on when I went back to school. We had great times, she was a damned fine squirrel hunter. Sadly, she passed just before Christmas last year. I balled my eyes out then too.

The one thing I am fortunate to have is my dog being in good health. She's almost 11, during her life she has had the opportunity to spend formative years growing up with Haley and Jake, and live with Jezabel. Through her, I can see all three. Gone, but never forgotten.