Another terribly sad day at The Ricketts home....

I look down beside myself, yet you are not there.
I scan the room, the horizon, and remember.
You are gone.
I listen, there is hope you are just sleeping nearby?
The silence is deafening.



Jake was a lucky dog to have you. There is nothing that will patch the hole in your heart left by him. It is an emptiness forged by love. He is well now, take care of yourself.