Jack Doucet
Always Remembered
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Memorial Tributes
Hey Jack Boy,
I never imagined mom and dad going before you – and you ending up with me. Yet, here we are, 11 years later and your head is in my lap as I sit on the vet’s floor watching you fall into a peaceful nap. I always thought I’d have a chance to take a better picture of you. What was it about the camera that you didn’t like, anyway? I wanted to remember you before the fatty tumors and your coat got dull. You always reminded me of a sea captain: handsome, watchful, and wise. Tutu and I miss you so much. The day after you died, I let her out of the kennel and she ran ahead of me. You always made me feel important to you when you’d take a couple of steps and then turn around and come to me for a pat before you’d take off and circle back to me three or four more times. I hung your collar on the wood rack so that I can hear your tag clink when the wind blows and imagine you coming to me. Or that maybe you’re running with mom and dad somewhere else.
I never imagined mom and dad going before you – and you ending up with me. Yet, here we are, 11 years later and your head is in my lap as I sit on the vet’s floor watching you fall into a peaceful nap. I always thought I’d have a chance to take a better picture of you. What was it about the camera that you didn’t like, anyway? I wanted to remember you before the fatty tumors and your coat got dull. You always reminded me of a sea captain: handsome, watchful, and wise. Tutu and I miss you so much. The day after you died, I let her out of the kennel and she ran ahead of me. You always made me feel important to you when you’d take a couple of steps and then turn around and come to me for a pat before you’d take off and circle back to me three or four more times. I hung your collar on the wood rack so that I can hear your tag clink when the wind blows and imagine you coming to me. Or that maybe you’re running with mom and dad somewhere else.
