Jazz

My 13 year old puppy Jazz died this past weekend. I picked her out of a litter of pups when I was eleven. I picked her because I loved the sass of the markings on her feet. She was the first and so far only dog that was mine. I loved my girl. She had a good life and is now hanging out with Dundee again. It hasn't quite hit me yet that she died, although I did do some crying. It's hard to really believe because I didn't see her after the fact and when I saw her a couple weeks ago she was acting wonderful. It's sad to know my baby is gone :( I'll always miss her crossed princess paws.