This past weekend our family lost one of it's beloved members.
"Jazz" aka Jasmine
She was eleven and a half.
She lived a full life up until the last few days
when a newly discovered problem rapidly got the best of her.
When it was time for Jazz to go for a walk,
Mollie would always grab her leash.
They were best buddies.
Jazz loved Mollies shin bones and gutted a lot of her toys.
Mollie learned how to do that from her.
She usually had "her baby" in her mouth
when she was on her walks.
They could be found throughout the community where she left them.
People knew where they came from.
Taken just a few months ago watching over the neighborhood
from the front porch...a favorite past time.
Here are a couple of "good times" videos.