Today would have been Jack's 11th Gottcha Day. It's a sad day for me. I need to turn that around and be happy I had him for as long as I did. We had Jack for 10 years 11 months. He was one of the exceptional joys in my life, a gift lost too soon, but while he was with us I have to say he was a true blessing.
I still go through crying jags, missing him. I'm working on it, though I don't know that I should hold my sadness in. Maybe I expect myself to 'get over it' too soon. I don't know.
Jill seems 'better.' She seems to have stopped searching for him. In spite of all the damage she caused as a pup, she must have taken all other clues about living a dogs life from Jack. She rarely barks, or howls the way she used to. In reflection, she let Jack start those reactions first. I have started trying to get her excited when the garbage guys come, when the O2 man comes, when the UPS man is driving into the driveway. I get a happy, tail wagging response now, but no loud barking the way she used to. Jill is almost a different girl.
Pictures are mixed up. I will not be commenting, this is hard enough to do. Thank You for your patience.