Jackson Slimak

Jackson was my best friend. I have so many memories of him. I remember staying up until 4:00am together knowing I had to drive him to the airport at 6:00am because we didn’t want our time together to be over. I remember countless sleepovers sharing a bed with minimum one dog, more if he could manage it. I remember that insane tattoo he got of a scorpion with a radiation symbol. I remember missing him so much when he moved to Montana but I knew he loved it out there. All that time together, and I can’t remember a single time he wasn’t excited to try some new food or finish my plate for me.