How do you describe a dear and loyal friend? Jack was a big, charming, athletic, goofy guy that I got from my sister’s farm the day he turned five weeks old. I would never recommend taking a puppy away from it’s mother at that tender age, but Jack was one of fifteen puppies born on their farm that January and I knew that if I didn’t take him home with me then, that he probably wouldn’t make it. He always slept under my bed (I have no idea how he was able to squeeze himself under there), would play catch till your arm wore out and would have protected me from anything or anyone. To say that I’ll miss him is an understatement.