u/Super-Jackson

Jackson always hated wearing outfits but me tolerated his Superman outfit fairly well. I’m pretty sure that this is the only time I got him to wear it. I just couldn’t help it, the concept of this picture has always made me laugh.

I got a notice from Snapchat this morning saying “Remember This?” I was confused but I’m glad I looked into it. It was pictures I apparently put up in the past in a little slide show.

This is Jackson right after we got him. I imagine he was still scared and confused but I remember how much he would cling to me. He fought whenever I had to set him down or something like that.

I miss him so much but I’m so glad I got this picture back.

In November I had to put Jackson down. Attached is one of the last pictures of him and I at the hospital before they did it. I’ve been having a hard time recently with life in general but I keep thinking if he was here it would all be okay. He would always be at the door looking at me, proud of me for just coming home. It didn’t matter what I did. He always thought I was a good person and was proud of me.

Often recently I have found myself sitting on my bed crying because I’m afraid that he is watching me and is ashamed. He sees the dumb things I have done and is no longer proud of me.

For 18 years it was Jackson and I vs The World. It feels like part of my soul is gone and I constantly ask why did he have to go away?