Our Jefferson, bug a love.
by Sheryl Palermo
(Hillsboro, OR, USA)
The day we brought you home
We adopted Jefferson when he was 15 weeks old from a local shelter. I knew the minute I saw him that we were destined to be together. Clear blue eyes and soft red fur. He was perfect for our family of 4.
Camping, swimming, cuddles on the couch. It didn't matter where you were as long as we were there. Hiking in the forest, playing at the park, as long as we were with you, it was happiness galore.
Then 4 months ago at the age of 8, we found out the lump in your throat was more than you could take. Lymphoma they said, stage 4 at least.
We put you on medicine to extend your life, we couldn't let you go without a fight. We visited all your friends and places you adore.
a few days ago you wouldn't eat, you started to shake when you stood to pee. You didn't want to go anywhere or do anything. We knew it was time to let you go in peace, the hardest decision a parent has to make.
We loved you till the end and as you took your last breath, we could feel you sigh and sense your relief that the pain was at its end.
You will always be in our hearts our bug a love, the nickname we gave you when you just couldn't get enough. You followed us around and were always on our lap. Like a little bug attached to a plant.
We hope you are in peace, as we hope to be soon as its hard understanding why we only had 8 years with you.
Jefferson Maxwell Nov 26,2004 - Sept 11, 2013