Memories of Archie
My family’s beloved Jack Russell Archie passed away On June 26, 2017, about a month short of being thirteen years old. Since I now have only memories of him, I’m going to put as many of those down on paper as I possibly can. If he can’t physically be here, at least the memories of him won’t fade. I first saw Archie visiting the house of my cousin, Chris White in 2004, when I was 16 years old. It was right before my family’s eight-week holiday on the Gold Coast in Queensland. Only a week or so before this visit, Archie had been birthed by Chris’ long-haired, Jack Russell named George. Archie had only just gotten fur. He did not have the energy to do anything except rest quietly. In the photo that we have of this moment, me, my sister Emily and her friend Sophie are holding George’s three puppies. Mum and I disagree on which puppy is Archie. Mum thinks that Emily is holding Archie because that puppy is the biggest, and Archie was the biggest of the litter when he got older. I think...