In November of 1984 I took my son to get a dog

at our local SPCA. We spotted a noisy whiny black and white

puppy who seemed to be so scared.

My son liked her and even though I was not a pet lover

at the time she stole my heart.

She was just a little mutt (lab and pit bull) but she was

beautiful and so loving.

I have her framed “baby pictures” of that day we brought her

home on my picture table along with all our other family pictures.

After a short time my son was busy with school and

sports and I ended up caring for Jazzie. I never knew

a person could get so attached to a dog.

She soon became my dog. She was with me through the

good times and the bad times.

She was always so protective of me (and me of her).

She knew I loved her and I knew that she loved me with an

unconditional love. She was always a good dog.

She gave us all some really good memories.

Last year we found out she had a cancerous growth on

one of her toes. The toe was removed but it was malignant.

She later also developed arthritis.

Her health went down really fast this year and we saw that

she was really suffering.

It was such a hard decision to make but on October 11 1999

we had to put her down.

My husband and I held her while she was going to sleep.

I think it comforted her to know that I was right there.

We brought her home and buried her in our

backyard where I can take care of her little grave site

and bring her fresh flowers often.

I had her for 15 years.

This was truly the most painful day of my life.

I miss her very very much and of course I still cry for her

every single day. A very dear cousin of mine who has been

through this herself told me it will get better with time.

I like to think that Jazzie is somewhere feeling happy and

healthy again and that she knows I will see her again someday.

I gave her the best I could and being an “inside” dog she

lived a very comfortable life and I’m so glad for that.

She will always live in my heart and she can never be

replaced.

I Love You Little ‘Ol Puppy Dog — my Jazzie girl.

Momma