Goodbye my old friend.
Through it all my only regret is that I met you, and got to know you, when there were less days in front of you than behind.
All time is precious and we made the most of it.
Even near the end when you did not walk so well, and eating had become difficult
(although it did not stop you almost taking my finger off when I fed you some chicken nuggets this morning),
you looked at me with the love that only a dog can provide.
The look that says I will follow you anywhere,
do anything with you,
because I am your dog and you are my human.
You came to me as thrown away trash, you leave me loved by many who have been touched by your story,
and leaving a hole in my heart.
Rest in peace Jet.