My dog is sick. I'm up with him to keep him calm. He is thirteen years old and has multiple issues (I'll spare you the details). If I sit by him and pat his head he won't bark and wake everyone else up. So here I am at 4:38 am. All I can think about is how if he could just make it through a few more months I won't have to break the news to Jake that his beloved dog is gone during the same time he is transitioning into a new school.
His name is Jackson and just for the record, he is the best dog EVER. When Jake was about four I found them playing in his room. The boy had tied a superhero cape around the dog's neck and the dog was sitting patiently in the middle of the boy's room while the boy planned out their next mission. He has always been that dog.