A dog who would run away often, frustrating me to no end... but one who would always come home.
A dog who would babysit my friend's infant daughter, because he had a strange sense of responsibility when it came to toddlers.
A dog who would - when she and I fought - invariably take my ex-girlfriend's side in all things, right or wrong.
A dog whose loyalty and patriarchy of my menagerie led to a happy family of up to three dogs and up to seven cats.
A dog I'd only seen once since I moved back to California.
A dog who didn't forget who I was.
A dog I'll never forget.
I wish I could write more. I think I better go take a nap.
Goodbye, Jax. Love you forever.