This is Jake.

Jake is a diabetic. He requires 2 shots of insulin a day. He is my baby really. He sleeps with me and goes with me to take the boys to school and pick them up. He understands me more than anyone, and sometimes I feel like he is the only one in the world who really loves me just because I am me. He knows that sometimes I will forget to feed him, so he will bring me his dish set it at my feet and look at me. He knows that at 10 am and 10 pm he has to eat and have a shot, and he knows that he has to help remind me that it is time. He doesn't hold it against me that I forget, he doesn't get mad at me when I look at him and say "you are such a pain!" He just looks at me with nothing but love in his eyes and if I could read his mind he would probably be saying "I know mom, but you love me, and I love you so lets just feed little dog his dinner!" He has had a bad knee from falling down the stairs when he was about a year old, it was slick on the stairs and he twisted it pretty good, and now with age he has developed some arthritis and can't get down the back stairs hardly at all, they scare him because he stumbles and falls down them now. So I take him out the front door around to the gate and let him in the back yard when he wants to go outside, and I go and get him when he is ready to come back in. He is spoiled rotten, the other 2 are almost as spoiled, but not quite as much as Jakeie dog. When you tell him "I love you" he has to kiss you, and he thinks that he can sit in your lap while your driving. He weights 92 lbs so he isn't exactly holdable. He loves the boys and he loves Steve. He will get up in the morning and visit with Steve and then he jumps back in bed with me, he loves Steves spot in the bed, really he would be perfectly happy if Steve would just stay out of the bed. He gets up and puts his head on Steves pillow and then he throws his leg over me and that is how we stay until it is time to get up.
Man I love him and I know he loves me.

Pirates of the Mississippi
Feed Jake

I'm standing at the crossroads in life, and I don't know where to go.
You know you've got my heart babe, but my music's got my soul.
Let me play it one more time, I'll tell the truth and make it rhyme,
And hope they understand me.

Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep.
If I die before I wake, feed Jake, he's been a good dog,
My best friend right through it all, if I die before I wake,
Feed Jake

Now Broadway's like a sewer, bums and hookers everywhere.
Whino's passed out on the side walk, doesn't anybody care.
Some say he's worthless, just let him be.
But I for one would have to disagree.
And so would their mama.

Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep.
If I die before I wake, feed Jake, he's been a good dog,
My best friend right through it all, if I die before I wake,
Feed Jake

If you get an ear pierced, some will call you gay.
But if you drive a pick-up, they'll say 'No, he must be straight.'
What we are and what we ain't, what we can and what we can't,
Does it really matter?

Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep.
If I die before I wake, feed Jake, he's been a good dog,
My best friend right through it all, if I die before I wake,
Feed Jake
If I die before I wake, feed Jake