I'm still getting over the shock that Jamaican's gone. I can't talk to his owner anymore right now. It makes me too sad. I don't want to hear the details. It will just play over and over in my mind. I want to remember him when we were training and he was a puppy. His little joyous handsome face. The walks we took on the nature trail before spring was even here. And how we watched the construction men build the new school. He loved to smell the same trees on the walk so I let him. He could almost walk off leash next to me on some of our last walks.
I'm sure his family is suffering too. They lived with him and he was their dog. But I get emotionally involved with my clients. I guess that's what makes me different than the training clubs and Petsmart. And it makes it hard for me. I want everyone to succeed. But I guess if you are in the business long enough, you will lose some.
And sometimes if you are really lucky and don't even deserve it-you get to experience a little bit of heaven on earth. Just a little snippet. Extreme happiness and joy. Over in flash but oh so worth it. That's how I'll remember Jamaican. The eternal puppy. Baby shark teeth and all. At first one ear up and one down then they both stood up. Handsome dude I called him.
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