Family Loss

We put the old dog down today. It wasn't my dog it was Brandons' His name was Jake. I can imagine that at sometime in his life he was brave, majestic, loyal, handsome, and maybe even smelled good.
I believe he was a chocolate lab. Had a kind spirit, didn't ask much, just a few dog bones, he gave up along time ago that someone would walk him, pay attention to him, or have a kind word or smile.
He must have been around 16, don't know for sure. He came with my daughters new husband and family. The kids Brandon 20 and Breana 16 forgot about him along time ago. Or maybe he was never appreciated.
The last couple of days he hasn't been able to get up or relieve himself. Sad.
I can only hope that he is running in some field somewhere and that someone is loving him for just who he is. I hope that where ever his soul has gone that someone is there to keep him company.
Good bye Old Dog. Hope you find a better life.
Pat