5 Years Later: A Child with Four Legs

Night is the hardest when you miss someone. You've been busy all day, and suddenly you slow down and your mind wanders. Tonight I'm wondering if I'm acting crazy. A blog because I lost my dog? Depressed because my dog died? It sounds crazy, but I know any other pet owner would feel the same way....especially if your dog got sick suddenly and died slowly, like Jax. I wonder, "will people think I'm crazy, going on and on about a dog?! There are people out there who don't go on and on this much and they have lost their children!" But at 33 years old, God hasn't seen fit for a husband and kids to enter into my life yet. However, 5 years ago, he saw fit for this scrawny pit-mix dog to show up at our house and start eating our chicken feed. Not our chickens like all the other stray dogs, but their feed. God sent Jax to us so that we could love on him, kiss on him, and take care of him for the next 5 years, because I know he had been abused before finding us. God took him away from the evil and sent him to the good. Jax was my "child".

So picking up on Jax's story....

The next morning was a Saturday and our vet clinic is first come, first serve. Jeff and I got the pup there around 9:30. I remember it so vividly because we sat there until around 1 before they got to us! It was extremely busy that day. When we went in everyone fell in with him. They asked for his name, but we didn't have one. He was just a stray that came up and we hated to see him hurt. But we weren't planning to keep him, so no need for a name! Don't get attached. After some x-rays the doctor informed us that his leg was in fact infected, but it wasn't from a bite. Someone had shot him with bird shot. The bone was shattered and in hundreds of tiny pieces....there wasn't much they could do. He gave us the option that he could clean the leg up and splint it, letting the tiny pieces fuse together on their on. So we said ok. So they put him to sleep and cleaned the metal out of his leg. Gave him some IV antibiotics and kept him until Monday.

Monday afternoon, dad went to pick the dog up. Once they got home, we were all out on the porch. Mom asked, "so, what are you going to do with the dog now?" To which he replied, "Well if someone wants him now, they are gonna have to give me my $250 back." Needless to say, we had a new pet. Now to a name....

Well my mother has name just about every pet we've ever owned! My cat Lucy, that was all her. Rosalie....her again (except she wanted to spell it Rosalee but I chose Rosalie due to my love of Twilight) So this time, it was my turn. Before she had time to come up with a name, I chose my favorite TV character.....JAX! (Jax Teller, SOA)

Waiting to see the vet