The Life of Comfort Jacobs

I know this is probably for humans only, but just because I have a snout instead of a nose, it doesn't seem right that you would disqualify me. After all I probably have more intelligence that most humans beings.

After all can you hear at frequencies up to 45,000 hertz?

Did you know that I can or used to smell 40 times that of a human being?

I am just a furry human, however, I am not in this world any longer. I wish I was, because Mommy and Daddy are sad.

Cancer

You see that humans are not the only ones that can get Cancer. My Mommy noticed that I was drinking an excessive amount of water. That was my liver cancer.

Then I developed a lump on my lip. Mommy thought it was was an ingrown hair from getting my hair cut, and she blamed it on the groomers. The truth is the groomers were never anything but kind to me.

The growth kept growing and growing and it eventually grew across my face, and it was hard for me to eat.

By the time they took me to the vet to have my shot, they call it putting me to sleep. I was ready to go, but Mommy and Daaddy were not ready. It didn’t help that my canine brother Banjo was so called put to sleep six days earlier. He was younger than I was by two years, but he developed diabetes and he was very sick. Like humans you never know what will happen and who will go first. I was hoping Banjo would be around to soften the blow of my death. He was two years younger than I was.

You see I don’t mean to inflate my importance, but I held a special importance to my Mommy and Daddy, for I was a murder victims canine, before I was owned by my Mommy and Daddy.

For four months I belonged to Richard Jacobs. His brutal murder made history in Kent County Delaware because my Mommy took to the streets to find his killer and I lived true to to my name and provided Comfort to my Mommy.

Wait, I didn’t tell you how I got the name Comfort. My Daddy Rick lost his wife Mandy ironically from liver failure at 26 years old and Mommy bought me for Daddy Rick. She handed me to him, and she said “ Here let him comfort you, run your hand through his curls.”

And from that moment on my name was comfort.

It was big paws to fill, as the saying goes, as I comforted him through crying, and missing Mandy. However, Daddy Rick made it easy to be a Comforting pup, as he doted on me and bought me special toys and clothes. I forgot to tell you that I was wardrobed better than most peoples kids.

Then when police came one night, Mommy cried, I never saw Daddy Rick again, and I still had to stay true to my name. I comforted Mommy as she sat in the living room chair crying. Mommy started saying, "I'm Sorry" to me. I guess that was her way of comforting me.

One day a neighbor was on our patio out in the backyard. I started jumping up on Mommy's leg, and growling, and then I started trying to form, the words, "I'm sorry". The neighbor said, "Did that dog just say, "I'm Sorry".

I thought that I was pleasing Mommy, as she always talked to me, but she said something that confused me. She said, "I don't know, did he?, he is always doing that. After awhile, she told me, she didn't want the men in white coats to come get her and me. I didn't understand what that meant but I figured it was just another way, of saying I'm sorry.

This should read like an obituary right?

Comfort Jacobs

Was euthanized after a long illness.

His accomplishments were:

1. Giving Comfort true to his name.

2. Talking - He was able to say."I'm sorry."

3. He played the ball game with Daddy's shoe. He would put the ball inside Daddy's shoe, and flip it up in the air, and catch the ball in his mouth. I used to be an extra ordinary canine. If you don't believe me, try doing it yourself, it is not as easy as it sounds.

4. I particularly liked balls, especially my football, and Daddy buried it with me, along with the blanket I came home in. Do you believe Mommy kept it for twelve long years.

5. I took care of my canine brother Banjo and that was no easy feat. He wouldn't even go outside to the bathroom, unless I went with him.

6. I could often be seen galloping through the living room with a toy twice as big as myself. I was a toy poodle.

7. Mommy was special to me, I would sit in her chair with her, while she wrote articles on Vocal Media and Medium.

8. Mommy said my curls were medicinal. Once when she had a heart attack after Daddy Rick died, she told Daddy if I have to stay in here any longer, you will have to get permission to bring Comfort in.

Comfort Jacobs age 12 years old, was euthanized May 12, 2026. He is buried in the Payton family cemetery on top of the hill in their backyard. He is predeceased by his former owner, Richard L Jacobs Jr. and his canine brother Budpuppy, and by one week, predeceased by his canine brother Banjo.

In lieu of flowers, donations are to be made to the American Cancer Society.

Will they ever find a cure for this terrible disease, that took my life, way before older age.

Signed

Your Comfort Puppy

Who Gave Comfort to People and Banjo Alike for 12 Long years

Finally at Rest

If dogs have a heaven, there's one thing for sure, Comfort has a wonderful home.