Happy Birthday, Daisy Mae!
Our 'baby' is two years old now...no more puppies in the house! :(
|Her first day home : the puppy belly! I DIE.|
|Her first snow. Love at first sight.|
|Our gorgeous girl.|
I'm also dedicating this post to my family's dog: Jazz. He is the smelliest, grumpiest 17.5 year old Jack Russell Terrier you will ever meet. That wasn't a typo. He turned SEVENTEEN YEARS OLD in March this year.
And this evening, Washington time, my Mom and Stepdad will be taking him to the animal hospital to meet his maker, and go to rest in doggy heaven.
He's been doing really badly the past couple of months. He can't barely see, runs into things and falls over, can't make it up or down steps and has giant wart-type sores on his back. Poor Jazzy. I know this is the best thing for him. But I can't help but feel a little heartbroken about not being able to be there at the end for him.
Mom is going to bury him with his favorite doggy bed out near my Stepdad's previous dog, and my beloved horse that died four years ago.
Rest in peace, Jazz. We'll always love you and your snarl.