I suppose I should back up a bit and tell the story of how Jake came to be. When Jesse and I moved to Brooklyn we knew we wanted to get a dog. We both love dogs so much, and were missing not having any dogs around. I had been casually searching online for either a rescue dog we could adopt or a little puppy. We were hoping to get either a yellow lab or golden retriever. Well, here's where the awful/ironic part of the story starts. My parents had a beautiful golden retriever/cockapoo mix puppy named Jackson. My boyfriend and I loved taking him for walks in the woods and swims in the river. He was such a unique dog, so full of life and energy and loved when Jesse and I came over to play.
One Saturday morning I got a call from my mom and she was upset. Through her tears, she told me Jackson had been hit by a car in front of their house. He lived for a short time, but didn't make it. He was only nine months old. I was completely devastated. I loved that dog more than anything. It seemed so unfair that he didn't get to live a full life. My entire family was heartbroken...
The following day my mom called me back. She wanted to talk about the puppies that I had seen in an online classified ad a couple of weeks before. We had both suspected they were from the same family who gave us Jackson. She made a phone call and our suspicions were correct; it was the same family and they had new puppies available.
After talking with my boyfriend, we decided we would get one of the puppies. My parents decided to get one, too. Though it seemed like we were moving on too fast after Jackson's death, we knew getting a puppy would be the best remedy to heal our broken hearts. We like to think that everything happens for a reason; though we had to lose Jackson, we were blessed with two beautiful, loving puppies that will keep Jackson's legacy alive forever.
R.I.P. Jackson 6/12/08 - 4/4/09
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