Jackson, I rescued him & he rescued me...
by Sara R
(St. Louis MO US)
Oh, my Jackson - how I miss him so much, 5 years later. His collar hangs on the back of my bedroom door and it goes there everytime I move along with his ashes, as I had him cremated.
My Jackson was a rescue, he was a brindle mastiff and the kindest dog ever. When I rescued him he was at a low 85lbs, but with steady love and care he got up to about 140lbs, however not as big as he should have been. Jackson was a gentle giant, so sweet to little dogs, dogs his size, kids, adults and all.
Despite being abused & neglected by previous owners he still gave people a chance and was sweet and trusting. He was tolerant of anything - including my dressing him up on holidays. He slept in my room every night, even when he got sick. In December of 2003 he collapsed, it was later determined it was a tumor that ruptured and the vet said she had not seen a dog survive this before. Well my baby hung on for about 4 months.
I had to put him down just a few days before my birthday - it was the most difficult thing I ever had to do. He had several spells before his death, but he was a fighter, eventually he had lost too much weight and it was time. No matter how sick he was, he would crawl throughout the night and when I woke he would be right by my side. The vet told me he would hang on to the end for me. I could not be that selfish and let that happen. I didn't want him in pain.
We went through a lot those few months, sleeping with him on the floor by his side because he was at times too weak to walk; feeding him by hand when he didn't have the energy to do it himself, to feeding him baby food when for a spell dry dog food was too much for him.
My Jackson, my baby, rest in peace - the dog that showed me you can trust again after hurt so much by others; he had more courage than I did in that respect.
I love you Jackson and you will never be forgotten.