Loving pet of Wendy Boelter and Kathleen Frailey.
His racing name was Jacks or Better.
He taught me a lot about myself and he learned to trust again. It took him a while to open up and show us his true personality. He was always a gentleman, liked to play and stayed up with me on late nights. He was a true companion. He loved going 'bye-bye' in my SUV to the Starbucks drive-thru in the early morning. His KONG and frog squeaker toy were his absolute favorite toys. We had a special game we would play after dinner. Like clockwork, he would pester me to play our game. He would stand right next to me in the kitchen when I was cleaning up the dishes and STARE at me. He would move around with me and then start with the whining. It was just a game for he and I. Oswald had to stand in the sidelines. We also had a game we played outside in the garage but he let Oswald join in the fun with that game.
Jax was very tolerant of Oswald but let him know who was in charge. Ozzy brought the 'dog' out in Jax. We saw a new side of Jax and I liked it.
Jax did not show us any issues for a while and then we had to deal with his bad allergies. Horrible. It took a very long time to get it all under control. He also survived 2 major surgeries, one of which was an emergency with him going under the knife that morning. He had a blockage in his intestines that ruptured. One week in the hospital and then miraculously he came home!
His 2nd surgery - our regular vet sent us to a specialist because he could not figure out why Jax continued to get sinus infections, bladder infections and other small ailments. Testing, antibiotics and regular check ups were just putting a band aide on an underlying issue. The specialist took her own ultrasound even though he had just had it done at our regular vets office. She saw what looked like a testicle! A huge mass. Our vet missed that on the 1st ultrasound. Immediately after leaving the specialist's office, our vet called us and Jax was to have surgery the next morning at NO COST TO US.
A baseball sized tumor was removed and once again, Jax pulled through with flying colors. I took pictures of the tumor! It was a very slow growing Sertoli tumor as a result of a testicle not being removed. Poor Jax. He did manage to get an infection and had to be opened up again and infection cleaned up and zipped back up.
Jax was diagnosed with kidney disease and we managed it very good for a couple of years. There is no cure but there are several options in order to maintain a quality of life. We did everything possible accept another surgery. No way. We were advised not to with all he had been through. The past few months have been a struggle. His kidneys really started going down hill and just to get him to eat one meal a day instead of his usual two was very difficult. We kept him fed, his meds and made sure he got his daily walk. Soon he could not handle the walk and would just go down the street and back. He did stay home with me a few times and not join Kathleen and Ozzy. His last week was a rough one. He completely stopped eating last Thursday and he would not drink water. Very unusual for him. I tried all day and night to get him to eat for me. Anything he wanted. Nope. I specifically remember and I will never forget the look he gave me last Thursday night that told me it was time. It was an extra long stare he held and I understood it. I stayed up with him all night Friday night laying next to him. He was congested and did not look well. I cried so much that night and then Saturday we took him to the vet's office.
My sweet, gentle boy had to leave way too soon. I miss his smell, his fur and his big black nose. 6/1/2001-7/2/2011.
Biography written by Wendy Boelter.
His racing name was Jacks or Better.
He taught me a lot about myself and he learned to trust again. It took him a while to open up and show us his true personality. He was always a gentleman, liked to play and stayed up with me on late nights. He was a true companion. He loved going 'bye-bye' in my SUV to the Starbucks drive-thru in the early morning. His KONG and frog squeaker toy were his absolute favorite toys. We had a special game we would play after dinner. Like clockwork, he would pester me to play our game. He would stand right next to me in the kitchen when I was cleaning up the dishes and STARE at me. He would move around with me and then start with the whining. It was just a game for he and I. Oswald had to stand in the sidelines. We also had a game we played outside in the garage but he let Oswald join in the fun with that game.
Jax was very tolerant of Oswald but let him know who was in charge. Ozzy brought the 'dog' out in Jax. We saw a new side of Jax and I liked it.
Jax did not show us any issues for a while and then we had to deal with his bad allergies. Horrible. It took a very long time to get it all under control. He also survived 2 major surgeries, one of which was an emergency with him going under the knife that morning. He had a blockage in his intestines that ruptured. One week in the hospital and then miraculously he came home!
His 2nd surgery - our regular vet sent us to a specialist because he could not figure out why Jax continued to get sinus infections, bladder infections and other small ailments. Testing, antibiotics and regular check ups were just putting a band aide on an underlying issue. The specialist took her own ultrasound even though he had just had it done at our regular vets office. She saw what looked like a testicle! A huge mass. Our vet missed that on the 1st ultrasound. Immediately after leaving the specialist's office, our vet called us and Jax was to have surgery the next morning at NO COST TO US.
A baseball sized tumor was removed and once again, Jax pulled through with flying colors. I took pictures of the tumor! It was a very slow growing Sertoli tumor as a result of a testicle not being removed. Poor Jax. He did manage to get an infection and had to be opened up again and infection cleaned up and zipped back up.
Jax was diagnosed with kidney disease and we managed it very good for a couple of years. There is no cure but there are several options in order to maintain a quality of life. We did everything possible accept another surgery. No way. We were advised not to with all he had been through. The past few months have been a struggle. His kidneys really started going down hill and just to get him to eat one meal a day instead of his usual two was very difficult. We kept him fed, his meds and made sure he got his daily walk. Soon he could not handle the walk and would just go down the street and back. He did stay home with me a few times and not join Kathleen and Ozzy. His last week was a rough one. He completely stopped eating last Thursday and he would not drink water. Very unusual for him. I tried all day and night to get him to eat for me. Anything he wanted. Nope. I specifically remember and I will never forget the look he gave me last Thursday night that told me it was time. It was an extra long stare he held and I understood it. I stayed up with him all night Friday night laying next to him. He was congested and did not look well. I cried so much that night and then Saturday we took him to the vet's office.
My sweet, gentle boy had to leave way too soon. I miss his smell, his fur and his big black nose. 6/1/2001-7/2/2011.
Biography written by Wendy Boelter.
Loving pet of Wendy Boelter and Kathleen Frailey.
His racing name was Jacks or Better.
He taught me a lot about myself and he learned to trust again. It took him a while to open up and show us his true personality. He was always a gentleman, liked to play and stayed up with me on late nights. He was a true companion. He loved going 'bye-bye' in my SUV to the Starbucks drive-thru in the early morning. His KONG and frog squeaker toy were his absolute favorite toys. We had a special game we would play after dinner. Like clockwork, he would pester me to play our game. He would stand right next to me in the kitchen when I was cleaning up the dishes and STARE at me. He would move around with me and then start with the whining. It was just a game for he and I. Oswald had to stand in the sidelines. We also had a game we played outside in the garage but he let Oswald join in the fun with that game.
Jax was very tolerant of Oswald but let him know who was in charge. Ozzy brought the 'dog' out in Jax. We saw a new side of Jax and I liked it.
Jax did not show us any issues for a while and then we had to deal with his bad allergies. Horrible. It took a very long time to get it all under control. He also survived 2 major surgeries, one of which was an emergency with him going under the knife that morning. He had a blockage in his intestines that ruptured. One week in the hospital and then miraculously he came home!
His 2nd surgery - our regular vet sent us to a specialist because he could not figure out why Jax continued to get sinus infections, bladder infections and other small ailments. Testing, antibiotics and regular check ups were just putting a band aide on an underlying issue. The specialist took her own ultrasound even though he had just had it done at our regular vets office. She saw what looked like a testicle! A huge mass. Our vet missed that on the 1st ultrasound. Immediately after leaving the specialist's office, our vet called us and Jax was to have surgery the next morning at NO COST TO US.
A baseball sized tumor was removed and once again, Jax pulled through with flying colors. I took pictures of the tumor! It was a very slow growing Sertoli tumor as a result of a testicle not being removed. Poor Jax. He did manage to get an infection and had to be opened up again and infection cleaned up and zipped back up.
Jax was diagnosed with kidney disease and we managed it very good for a couple of years. There is no cure but there are several options in order to maintain a quality of life. We did everything possible accept another surgery. No way. We were advised not to with all he had been through. The past few months have been a struggle. His kidneys really started going down hill and just to get him to eat one meal a day instead of his usual two was very difficult. We kept him fed, his meds and made sure he got his daily walk. Soon he could not handle the walk and would just go down the street and back. He did stay home with me a few times and not join Kathleen and Ozzy. His last week was a rough one. He completely stopped eating last Thursday and he would not drink water. Very unusual for him. I tried all day and night to get him to eat for me. Anything he wanted. Nope. I specifically remember and I will never forget the look he gave me last Thursday night that told me it was time. It was an extra long stare he held and I understood it. I stayed up with him all night Friday night laying next to him. He was congested and did not look well. I cried so much that night and then Saturday we took him to the vet's office.
My sweet, gentle boy had to leave way too soon. I miss his smell, his fur and his big black nose. 6/1/2001-7/2/2011.
Biography written by Wendy Boelter.
His racing name was Jacks or Better.
He taught me a lot about myself and he learned to trust again. It took him a while to open up and show us his true personality. He was always a gentleman, liked to play and stayed up with me on late nights. He was a true companion. He loved going 'bye-bye' in my SUV to the Starbucks drive-thru in the early morning. His KONG and frog squeaker toy were his absolute favorite toys. We had a special game we would play after dinner. Like clockwork, he would pester me to play our game. He would stand right next to me in the kitchen when I was cleaning up the dishes and STARE at me. He would move around with me and then start with the whining. It was just a game for he and I. Oswald had to stand in the sidelines. We also had a game we played outside in the garage but he let Oswald join in the fun with that game.
Jax was very tolerant of Oswald but let him know who was in charge. Ozzy brought the 'dog' out in Jax. We saw a new side of Jax and I liked it.
Jax did not show us any issues for a while and then we had to deal with his bad allergies. Horrible. It took a very long time to get it all under control. He also survived 2 major surgeries, one of which was an emergency with him going under the knife that morning. He had a blockage in his intestines that ruptured. One week in the hospital and then miraculously he came home!
His 2nd surgery - our regular vet sent us to a specialist because he could not figure out why Jax continued to get sinus infections, bladder infections and other small ailments. Testing, antibiotics and regular check ups were just putting a band aide on an underlying issue. The specialist took her own ultrasound even though he had just had it done at our regular vets office. She saw what looked like a testicle! A huge mass. Our vet missed that on the 1st ultrasound. Immediately after leaving the specialist's office, our vet called us and Jax was to have surgery the next morning at NO COST TO US.
A baseball sized tumor was removed and once again, Jax pulled through with flying colors. I took pictures of the tumor! It was a very slow growing Sertoli tumor as a result of a testicle not being removed. Poor Jax. He did manage to get an infection and had to be opened up again and infection cleaned up and zipped back up.
Jax was diagnosed with kidney disease and we managed it very good for a couple of years. There is no cure but there are several options in order to maintain a quality of life. We did everything possible accept another surgery. No way. We were advised not to with all he had been through. The past few months have been a struggle. His kidneys really started going down hill and just to get him to eat one meal a day instead of his usual two was very difficult. We kept him fed, his meds and made sure he got his daily walk. Soon he could not handle the walk and would just go down the street and back. He did stay home with me a few times and not join Kathleen and Ozzy. His last week was a rough one. He completely stopped eating last Thursday and he would not drink water. Very unusual for him. I tried all day and night to get him to eat for me. Anything he wanted. Nope. I specifically remember and I will never forget the look he gave me last Thursday night that told me it was time. It was an extra long stare he held and I understood it. I stayed up with him all night Friday night laying next to him. He was congested and did not look well. I cried so much that night and then Saturday we took him to the vet's office.
My sweet, gentle boy had to leave way too soon. I miss his smell, his fur and his big black nose. 6/1/2001-7/2/2011.
Biography written by Wendy Boelter.
