[Quiet Man Cometh]

My sister had a Jack Russel that I was none too fond of. She was a pest and overbearing to me. I had my own little mellow guy so I didn't think too much about the Jack, but if my sister or parents were away I would let her sleep with me because she would often get lonely. She started to have breathing problems one evening, and the next day after I got home from work I found her ill. I was the only one home, so I called the vet who said to bring her in. I had no car and Toob (her nickname) couldn't make it more than half a block before having to stop so I picked her up and ran with her most of the way to the vet. She had a tumour underneath her windpipe and we decided to put her down. Anyone in the house was more fond of this dog than me, but it just so happened I was the one that was there, so I stayed with her and it amazed me how upset I ultimately got. Dumb, annoying, spastic dog but still family in that reluctantly accepted way.