>White as the snowfall of that joyous Christmas
He entered our young family
Petted, kissed and cuddled
He dozed in our arms
As we all took a stab at naming him.
He was carefully passed around
The kitchen island
Along with the bottle
That he was named after – Jack!
Jack – a strong name for a solid fellow
Would grow to be a faithful friend.
The happiest member of the clan.
Always at the ready to offer a greeting
From his earliest years of generously
Jumping on top of guests with
A full body hug –
To his more mature years
Showing huge affection
Too well-trained to jump up,
Instead, showed a more refined joy
With his entire body wagging,
Always with that happy face
Smiling sincerely at you.
Constant companion, always nearby.
Underfoot in the kitchen,
Discretely in wait for a morsel to fall.
Resting attentively in the foyer
Guardian of his family
Our gentle giant
Had a secret desire to be a lapdog!
Jack’s favorite place was with his family
A poolside party or bonfire where
He could garner affection, food and preferably
A lap to sit on!
That young family who giggled at his puppy pranks
Who grew up together
Strong, solid and so very loved.
Has entered a new phase.
And is now a sweet memory, savored often by all.
As is our dear friend, Jack.
In memory of Jack – Great White Boxer. Losing an aging pet is very hard on many levels. First is the sadness of loosing a dear friend, a member of your immediate family. Also, we are reminded of now fleeting the years go by, and of how fast the chapters of our book is turning. Growing older.
D. J. Hall (03/16/2009)