We read this morning that a black lab named Jake, a hero of the World Trade Center search for survivors after 9/11, died today from cancer. In addition to his work there, he had helped save many people after Hurricane Katrina and had performed other acts of bravery in his 11 years. And imagine this, he was adopted as a 10-month-old disabled puppy - abandoned on a street with a broken leg and a dislocated hip.
I guess I was attracted to the story because of the name, but beyond that is Jake's example of how we canines make such a difference in the world. We are brave and loyal. And we always speak the truth, unlike many humans out there.
How can some humans enjoy dog-fighting when so many of our kind make the world a better place? It is a puzzlement. A sad puzzlement.
Jake the Wire Fox Terrier