Jackson came to us as an older, gentleman dog. His previous companion had died, and the family couldn’t keep him. I fostered him for a couple of months, long enough to realize that this fine, handsome 10-year-old dog was a real jewel.
Although age slowed him down greatly, his manners were impeccable, and his heart was open to everyone. My cousin, Karen, adopted Jackson in March last year. Nicknamed “The Senator,” based on his gravitas, he brought warmth and love to Karen and her son, Alex. He graciously allowed Karen to ply him with soft beds, good food, intriguing expeditions, and excellent company. Jackson fit beautifully into their lives and hearts. “The Senator” passed over the bridge on June 25, 2015 at 2:30 pm. I grieve as I write this, knowing the loss and sorrow that all his friends feel. Although we had a brief time with this kind and gentle soul, he leaves us with sweet memories.