Three days after his adoption, Jack had a cough. Thinking that he had a cold, Elizabeth took him to the vet. It wasn’t a cold. It was lymphoma and it had spread to his lungs. We were devastated. The vet gave him a week to live.
Exactly one month after his adoption he lay down one last time with Elizabeth by his side. He gave her his paw and she held it all night. She watched over him and loved him until he peacefully slipped away in the morning hours.
Sweet boy, you are so missed.”