I am scared of dogs, especially Claren

I am even more certain than ever that I want a bus to take out Claren and me at the same time.

My brother-in-law and sister lost their dog today. Jack had been old for years and he had survived some major surgeries recently, but there was nothing to do this time.

My brother-in-law had Jack since he was a puppy. One of the first times I saw Jack was at my brother-in-law's office. It was draft night for fantasy football, and this was like the first "friend" thing we had done without my sister. It was cool, and one of the things I remember is he had a picture of his dog on his desk but not his girlfriend. My sister tried to rectify that a little later by getting her picture taken with Jack and framing it as a present.

Jack and I weren't exactly close, although he did love my wheelchair because he could always find a crumb of food there. But I loved him because he totally had Claren's back.

Claren and my uncle's dog love to wrestle. Claren has the size, but Sweetpea has the youth. And when they would roll around near Jack, he would just wait till Claren pinned Sweetpea and then Jack would sneak and nip Sweetpea.

It was also pretty amazing how devoted he was to his family. Jack wasn't a walker, so he stayed when his family walked around the block. But you could almost tell where they were just by which way Jack was pointed.

Everything about being part of a service dog team has been better than I can imagine. I am sorry to all the humans I know and love, but Claren saved me from my depression.

I know I won't have to deal with Claren retiring from being service dog, let alone dying, soon, but whenever I am force to think about it, I just want to start looking at bus schedules.