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Goodnight, Sweet J.J.

Saturday, 8 November 2008 20:34 by Robbi

Our beautiful squishy-faced boy J.J. is gone. He has left us to join Alfie, Lilly and Winston at the Bridge.

J.J.

I cannot begin to explain how much we loved him and how much it hurts right now.

From the first moment I saw him on the Homeward Bound Rescue's website I fell in love. When I met him for the first time I literally lost my breath. He was beautiful.

Jacob

That squishy faced covered in gray fur captured my heart. His demeanor and mannerisms only deepened my infatuation. He was stubborn and cantankerous. We teased him about being a grumpy old man. Yet underneath he was an extremely loving, devoted boy. Every night he would wait for me to come to bed and then snuggle up next to me, "spooning" with me. In the morning he would stand up at the edge of the bed waiting for us to take him downstairs for breakfast. He had this pitiful, high-pitched whine he would make as he waited for his dinner. He then would make the biggest mess as he noisily chomped down his meal. He would follow us around the house and lie down in whatever room we'd settle. If we moved he would walk around the house looking for us, with his tail down. His eyesight was very poor and we'd have to shout to let me know where we were. As he'd come close we'd reach over and touch his head. His little tail would curl up and wag and he would then sit down, content that he was near us. If I went upstairs for anything, he would sit at the foot of the stairs staring up. If I took a while before coming down, he would settle himself on the bottom step to wait. As I'd come down he's sniff at my foot to make sure it was me and then jump off the step to follow me around.

Waiting

I'd lift him up to lay next to me on the sofa at night and he'd rub his face all over my leg or arm. Then he'd lay down, content to touch us but never really wanting to be in our laps. The only time he would tolerate that was if we would cradle him. Then he would relax and fall asleep. At bedtime we would carry him up the stairs and place him back on the bed where he would wait for us to join him.

Bedtime

J.J. did not give kisses like our other guys do. We were warned about that from his foster mom Gail. She had him for a year and never got a kiss off him. I would grab him and pull his gorgeous wrinkled face up to mine and cover it with kisses. He would half-heartedly push away and snort loudly as a protest. But he'd come back for more.

Snorting on Momma 

If I stopped and put him down he would reach up with his front paws to tell me he wanted up next to me again. It had to be on his terms and I didn't mind the slightest. I had the best cuddles from that little guy. His contented snort when he found just the right position up against me at night made my heart sing. I don't know if he realized the amount of joy he brought to us. We told him every day that we loved him and we know that he understood. He was happy here. I am so thankful to know that. My arms ache to hold him again. But my heart is full of love.

Cuddles

Cuddling with Richard

My sweet, beautiful J.J. - we love you and are so thankful for the time we had with you. Thank you for sharing your life with us.

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