Friday, April 19, 2013

My Furry Baby, Jake

I never discussed this on here, but I feel I can now.
Our beloved dog, Jake, passed away on February 17th. He wasn't even 7 years old.
To say we were/are sad would be an understatement. It was very heart breaking. I would never wish this upon anyone. Of course, I know it is a fact of life.
Nothing and no one can live forever in THIS world.
We weren't meant to.
Smart me knows this. It just doesn't make it any easier.

Shortly after Jake passed away, the topic at church was about what happens after we die.
Our pastor presented it as 'who would be at our dinner table in heaven'. He went around 'his table' and told us who he would want at his and then mentioned the dog bowl near the table. He said the bible references animals in heaven several times. He went on to tell us where in the Bible this was shown.
Two of the examples I remember are as followed:

Isaiah 11:6-9
The wolf will live with the lamb, the leopard will lie down with the goat, the calf and the lion and the yearling together; and a little child will lead them. The cow will feed with the bear, their young will lie down together, and the lion will eat straw like the ox. The infant will play near the cobra’s den, the young child will put its hand into the viper’s nest. They will neither harm nor destroy on all my holy mountain, for the earth will be filled with the knowledge of the LORD as the waters cover the sea.
Revelation 19:11-14
I saw heaven standing open and there before me was a white horse, whose rider is called Faithful and True. With justice he judges and wages war. His eyes are like blazing fire, and on his head are many crowns. He has a name written on him that no one knows but he himself. He is dressed in a robe dipped in blood, and his name is the Word of God. The armies of heaven were following him, riding on white horses and dressed in fine linen, white and clean.
I am able to gain comfort from this information.
I too believe my dogs will be in heaven waiting for me. I believe when I get there every dog I have ever loved will be waiting for me at the pearly gates waiting to be hugged...

MOVING ON.............. I don’t want to cry...

A few months ago while in Tennessee visiting our family I went shopping with my mom at a local place that has different booths of crafts and knick knacks under one roof. I came across someones booth who did AMAZING artwork and carvings.

Below is the piece of artwork I fell in love with.
It looked so real to me! I knew this would be THE PERFECT artwork for our home.

To make a long story short...
I emailed the lady asking her if she does custom work and what I was wanting to have made. I explained to her I really wanted a tennis ball opposed to a bone. A few days later she called and told me she could do it. I just needed to bring in some pictures for her to use. And that's exactly what we did.
Fast forward to last week - she called to tell me it was ready for pick-up.


It looks just like our wonderful Jake!
I am more than please with it!
Looks beautiful sitting on our bookshelf in the living room. Makes me smile when I look at it.
Funny story:
While my mom and I were at her place picking it up, she told us how this was her first time painting a tennis ball so it took her a long time to get the green the right color. She said she had a giant glob! She said she should have painted the other circles she had, but didn't think about it until it had already dried out in the trash.
I am happy my tennis ball idea was inspirational. I am guessing she will use the tennis ball again in the future. 

Speaking of ou lovely Jake - when we had him cremated we also had his paw print 'saved'.
It's a little crooked and one of his 'toes' wasn't pushed down far enough, but I love that we have his paw print.
Mud and all!
Sadly, it appears to be growing mold even though we baked it per the instructions.
At my mom's suggestion, I will be cleaning it this weekend and sealing it.
I will be sure to take some pictures with my actual camera (opposed to my phone) in good lighting just in case something happens to it.

A couple of weeks ago I came across one of the many tennis balls Jake buried in the yard.
Both of us want to further bury this one and keep it there forever.
It was a wonderful surprise finding this one. I look forward to coming across another one in the future.
This picture was taken the weekend before he passed away.

We were on our way home from Tennessee.
He always had the entire backseat to himself, but he enjoyed laying his head on the armrest next to us best. He would take his head and nudge you to pet him. I took this picture after we both pretended to ignore him and he had given up. 

Same car trip - him looking out the window sniffing in the fresh cold air.
These next three pictures are the ones we had taken to the lady who painted his portrait.
We wanted to make sure she knew exactly what he looked like and show some of his personality.

We love you, Jake!
And we will always miss you!


  1. Aww...this must have been difficult to post. It hurts missing our furry friends.

    1. It was a little difficult. I miss him.