My Friend Jack

My best guess is that I must have been 6 or 7. Back then, long before boys like me turned into men, I had a friend named Jack. Anyway, I was just a little boy when I first met him. He was truly at-one with the entire family, but I recall him being given to me by my father. clearly, no greater gift had I received before the gift of Jack. I loved him so very much, and his love for me and my family was no less. He was my pride and joy; always there for me, to serve and protect. Our time together was a most precious thing, but was shortened by his untimely death. My entire family loved him deeply; and we all were there as we buried Jack under the Chinaberry tree in our front yard. I think that part of my heart must have been buried with Jack, because I have never again been able to love a dog or any pet like I loved Jack. 090922PSCtest, BRIAN STRAND PREMIERE CHOICE. Strand