Jacob Milo July 1997-July 2008

Do dogs go to Heaven??? I think so. This is....was my Jacob. Most people called him "Jake." His mommy called him Jacob Milo Jingle-heimer Schmidt. He was my first born, my sweet boy. I loved him very much. My heart hurts. Jake left us to be with Jesus on July the 8th 2008. He had a very short illness-cancer of the spleen and possibly the liver-that was diagnosed on the 7th. He left behind his dad and mom, three brothers (Turner, Hooch, and Rhys), and a sister (Maggie). We miss him. Jacob was a sweet boy with a wonderful spirit. Some of the things that Jake loved were: peanut butter, bananas, cheese, "Bic-Bic's pound cake (I pretended like I didn't know this!), and his family. He loved his family. Jake was one of those quiet folks that only said things that needed to be said. He loved everyone......well, except the home health nurse that was sent to our house after Turner's heart surgery. For whatever reason he did not like her getting close to Turner. He would just stand there between them. It's hard to move a 100++ lb dog who does not want to be moved! Needless to say after two days, we had a new nurse. Jake didn't seem to mind her coming close and taking care of his little brother. I miss him. He was so smart. He helped potty train his little brother, Hooch, when we first brought him home. He was the best big brother anyone could ask for. He didn't mind all the kids using him as a horse or a jungle gym. He just didn't care. He was our protector, our confidant, our friend. We miss him. I got Jake when he was seven weeks old just before I started OT school. It was not the best of times. I know God gave me Jacob to help me through those valleys in my life because my walk with God was NOT where it needed to be. I am so thankful for the time I had with Jake. I am so thankful that his suffering was short. I am so thankful for two wonderful veternarian clinics that helped me through these decisions. Jacob was a wonderful dog.........I wish you ALL knew him the way we knew him. There is a hole in my heart and my life that will never be filled. As hard as I (and my oldest son, Turner) are taking this.....Hooch is taking it worse. In six years he has never gone outside by himself.....he has never eaten alone.....he has never used the bathroom by himself......he has never slept alone...............he has never gone to the vet alone........he is really sad. My heart hurts for him. I know it may seem silly to go on and on about a dog.....he was my friend, my sweet boy, my baby for 11 years. I miss him.