It's been almost 3 months since Jackie passed away. I thought it would get easier and the tears would be less, but I was wrong. I still have a hole in my heart that can't be filled yet. I'm still crying my eyes out over losing him. I still don't understand why he left me so soon. He taught me so much about being a parront, and it was just the tip of the iceberg.
I have always been an animal lover, and I've had multiple types of animals; snakes, a turtle, fish, dogs, cats, livestock, and little birds here and there. My dream profession "when I grow up" was to be a veterinarian. Well, I think it's a little late for that, and I feel called to do something else. I've always been a sucker for rescuing animals.
When the opportunity arose to adopt Jackie, I couldn't refuse because I *knew* for a fact that nobody in that family could've dealt with his issues successfully. He would've been deemed ***highly*** aggressive, a biter, and who knows where he would've ended up. I had NO idea what I was doing, but I had faith that it would turn out ok.
And it did turn out ok. MORE than ok, things were GREAT! Jackie opened up and he was becoming such a wonderful little guy, and it was hard to think that he was vicious at one point. Ok, he still had a bad day every now and then, but overall things were awesome.
It was the most amazing feeling knowing how far he had come, and all the patience and love we showered him with. I knew that things would keep getting better and better with him...
And then he was gone.
I sat there holding him, pleading for him to come back, don't leave me, please!! It was me that needed him. He was there to teach me to love through all the anger and madness, and to love no matter what. And it wasn't fair that he was gone in the blink of an eye. I will *never* forget the scared and frightened look in his eyes of that day. And there was nothing I could've done to help him.
http://i1319.photobucket.com/albums...6D2C6B4-4674-00000324F5098B3E_zps1e63f7d4.mp4
I have always been an animal lover, and I've had multiple types of animals; snakes, a turtle, fish, dogs, cats, livestock, and little birds here and there. My dream profession "when I grow up" was to be a veterinarian. Well, I think it's a little late for that, and I feel called to do something else. I've always been a sucker for rescuing animals.
When the opportunity arose to adopt Jackie, I couldn't refuse because I *knew* for a fact that nobody in that family could've dealt with his issues successfully. He would've been deemed ***highly*** aggressive, a biter, and who knows where he would've ended up. I had NO idea what I was doing, but I had faith that it would turn out ok.
And it did turn out ok. MORE than ok, things were GREAT! Jackie opened up and he was becoming such a wonderful little guy, and it was hard to think that he was vicious at one point. Ok, he still had a bad day every now and then, but overall things were awesome.
It was the most amazing feeling knowing how far he had come, and all the patience and love we showered him with. I knew that things would keep getting better and better with him...
And then he was gone.
I sat there holding him, pleading for him to come back, don't leave me, please!! It was me that needed him. He was there to teach me to love through all the anger and madness, and to love no matter what. And it wasn't fair that he was gone in the blink of an eye. I will *never* forget the scared and frightened look in his eyes of that day. And there was nothing I could've done to help him.
http://i1319.photobucket.com/albums...6D2C6B4-4674-00000324F5098B3E_zps1e63f7d4.mp4