Across the Rainbow Bridge with Jazzman

Mid April 2008 I got a call from a very small shelter in central Utah.  They had what they described as a male Akita of "indeterminate age" and said that he was at the end of his time with them, but was a sweet guy -- anybody who's done much rescue knows that translates to "an old dog that we're gonna have to euthanize."  They said he'd been picked up as a stray, had probably been hit by a car at sometime because he had a limp and that they would vet him and transport him part way if we would take him.  We agreed, he was neutered and vaccinated and began his journey to Colorado.