Loss of a Good Friend

Normally I'm into writing about politics or something that is on my mind.

Today, this is a personal one.

My family and I adopted an elderly dog named Jasmine. She was cutest pug ever and made all of us smile. Even when she had seizures soon after, we stuck by her and made sure she got the care she needed. She'd bark angrily if my door was closed and she wanted to come inside and definitely had plenty to say when we ate our food and she wanted a piece too.

My little ten year old nephew loved her so much, checking on her every time and giving her little treats. When we came home, she greeted us with a tail wagging so hard that her little butt shook. She'd sleep with me at night and wake me up with kisses, letting me know she had to go out.

It came pretty suddenly. She was just... off. We called the vet and got an emergency. We got her there as fast as she could. The moment I held her, though, she felt safe and rested her head up against me... and just like that. She was gone. Right in my arms.

In a way, this brings me comfort that she was able to go quickly and peacefully in my arms, feeling safe. It isn't easy though. The entire family is taking it very hard. She gave us nearly three years of joy.

So hopefully she's getting the best treats and barking at the angels in heaven. I'll miss her but I'm glad to know I'll see her again when its my time to go.

I love you, Jasmine. You were a great pet and, more importantly, a good friend. I'll miss you.