Good-bye, Jake

Paddy here again, folks, just bringing you up to date on the little white fella.
Things haven't been going too well since my last post. Jenny kept taking him to the vet's and he did say that, although the vet was very nice and gentle with him, the novelty was wearing off and he wished people would just leave him alone. 
At home, Jenny kept giving him tablet and squirting medicine onto his food and to begin with, this seemed to make him feel better but that didn't last and he seemed to be tired all the time and getting a bit stiff on his back legs. Can't understand it really. I'm quite a bit older than him but I could still give him a run for his money. Mind you, Jenny always used to say he was built for comfort, not for speed, whatever that means.  He spent so much time in his bed and every time I looked at him, he had his eyes fixed on Jenny or Keith, as if he was willing them to do something to make him feel better.
Nobody seemed to be able to do anything though.
Anyway, things started to come to a head last Monday when he had yet another visit to the vet. When we got up that morning, Jenny followed us out into the garden and stuck a bowl under Jake while he was doing what we dogs have to do first thing in the morning. She has done this before and, quite frankly, I thought it was a bit of an intrusion into a fellow's privacy, but Jake didn't even seem to notice. If that were not bad enough, she poured the contents into a little plastic bottle and took it with her when she took Jake to the vet's.  What's that all about?
When they came back, I could tell Jenny didn't look at all happy and neither did Keith when she spoke to him. I knew things were not getting any better - the little fella just didn't smell right.
It was a long week.
Then on Friday, it seemed as if Jake was going on another visit to the vet but this time, Keith and Jenny both went with him.
When they came back, they were on their own and very upset. 
Jake hasn't come back and his beds, food bowl and lead have all been put away. I've been doing my best to cheer up Jenny and Keith but it's difficult, especially as I'm upset myself. I've got used to having a friend around and it's certainly not so much fun without him. 
Wherever you are, Jake, my friend, I hope you're not hurting any more.
We're really missing you.

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