U3A Writing: Jake
Audrey Simmons tells us of a dog called Jake.
Jake and I had been together for twelve years. I loved him dearly. He was gentle and easy to please.
He would eat whatever I gave him though sometimes it was meagre fare. On winter evenings he would sit at my feet, his head in my lap, both of us contented in each other’s company.
What he liked most was when we went for long walks in the woods. He took to my parents right away and would go walking with my father or sit listening to my mother telling him of my childhood escapades, while I cooked a meal.
The man in the white coat said, “Sorry, my dear, there’s no more I can do. I will leave you to say your farewells.”
I caressed him one last time. “Goodbye, my dearest friend.” With tears streaming down my cheeks I left, quietly closing the door.
There would never be another dog like Jake.
