More: Jack was an owner surrender at WAIF animal shelter, Whidbey Island. His “gotcha” day was Father’s Day 2021. He was ten years old. My husband Colonel Neal Sims wanted another dog. Our lab and Llewellyn had passed on. Neal was in his last two years of life battling cancer of the esophagus. 100% disabled from Agent Orange. Non small cell Hodgkin Lymphoma. Jack became his “therapy” dog. It worked both ways. Jack after ten years with a family was very insecure about this big change in his life. Neal “mended” him. We mended him. Jack is a beautiful, compassionate, smart, funny, intuitive smallish standard, hard body, brave, friendly, loving little guy. After Neal passed, we kept our routine. A reason to get up in the morning. A loving comforter, companion, to share the California king bed during the long nights that followed. Neal said, “I am sorry Jack, I did not mean it to end this way”. He said to me, “you will be alright Bridgit, Jack will look after you”, and he has. He deserves a place in heaven with the other puppy angels when his time comes. What a gift from “god”. Or “dog”. Bridgit Sims.