The Jackuul Blog

I started this idea before Friday.  But I retooled it today and finished it – I delayed because of the aforementioned tragedy in my family…  I still miss my boo.  Anyways, here it is.

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I miss you so much my little boo bear
Your puppy kisses messing up my hair
I missed you yesterday and today
I will miss you every single day

I loved you so much you little goof
From whip tail to that crooked tooth
You were my little buddy, my Gilligan
You were so good, again and again

You were my very best friend
From beginning and past the end
I will miss your sticky fur my little Boo
I will miss your goofy face and smile too

I will miss your floppy ears
That I see through blurry tears
I will miss the times you made me smile
I will miss your bed you shaped as a pile

I will miss you my dearest friend
I will miss you to the very end

Picture taken in 2005 when he was but a year and three months old

This is from 2007 when I woke him up with the camera I just fixed.

Spot, my loyal companion for five years and four months passed away today.  He was born on the day of the pro bowl in 2004, February 8th.  We got him that March as an itty bitty puppy, and we quickly named him Spot.  We also called him Spoticus after Spartacus and Pissicus because he used to wet the floor everywhere until he was close to nine months old.  After we moved from Hawaii, which is where he was born, he blew out a knee.  He had surgery in 2005 to repair it, and from that point on calmed down to an average dog’s disposition – if a bit rowdy, chewy, and sometimes retarded.  I loved him very much, he was my Booboo Bear, as he always reminded me of Booboo from Yogi Bear.   He followed me constantly, and up until but a few hours ago was a happy spunky dog.

He was the best dog I ever had, even though his teeth were misaligned, even though he had two knee blowouts, and even though loud noises scared him.  We had a massive thunderstorm tonight\last night, and after it passed he seemed different.  He threw up, and then after having a normal poo, started throwing up more.  Around 11pm I tried to settle him in for bed, and we laid down.  I let him sleep on my bed and I pet him for about an hour, hoping he would sleep it off (he was prone to being really nervous after thunderstorms, and this occasion did not seem too much different except the lethargy).  However he began to hack up again, so I ran to the phone and called the ER vet.  I heard him hack once more before hanging up, and when I found him… he was panting, and his tongue was lolled out.  I admit that I broke the law, and I could give a rats ass.  I sped to the Emergency Vet, I ran with him in my arms to the door, but it was too late for my little Boo.  Spot passed away on the ride there.

I miss him, he hasn’t been gone but two hours, but I miss him so.  He was only 5, he was active, healthy, his weight was perfect, his adorable goofy head as messed up as ever with the crooked tooth.  His constant shedding and my battle to control it was still ongoing… and then he’s gone.  Just like that, in less than five hours, he’s gone.  I can’t think of what else to say.

In light of his death being possibly from an undiagnosed heart ailment, only one thing can sum up what I would like to say to him…

Now cracks a noble heart. Good-night, sweet prince;
And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest.

Hamlet

I miss him so very much.  I cannot fathom my life without my puppy.

Ed McMahon went first. Then Farrah Fawcett.

Then came the big one – Michael Jackson.

But them just today – Billy Mays!

That is not three, that is four. This means it could be the Celebrocalypse, a sign of the coming End of Daze. Or it means one of these three was not actually supposed to be in the trifecta (My bet is Jackson).

Your thoughts?

What a year. What a lonely year, I wish to have been able to have heard a real voice of reason after this election, the process, and the bullshit. If there was anyone who could point out bullshit that people do – it was Carlin. A toast to the greatest – one year later.

Today we see the hapless cat, trotting along happily. Then Jon enters the picture…