I always find it a bit ironic when I read a previous post en light of a recent event. And this is no exception. "Time heals all wounds"...it's been just short of 3 weeks that we had to say good-bye to my parents dog, Jasper. The wound is still there and time keeps passing. I am sure my wound is not as deep as my parents. None the less, Jasper is gone. And it hurts. Like crazy.
This photo was taken just an hour before she died. Jasper had quickly developed a tumor in her stomach. In a week time span she went from a "frisky" 12 year old to acting like a sick 84 year old. She was miserable. Couldn't eat and rapidly declined. It was time to say good-bye.
I am not sure why but I have a much easier time knowing a humans dies than a dog. It's weird, I know. But so very true.
Delsie and Jasper are the same age. So every step Delsie makes, I am thankful. I usually plug Delsie's ears when I say this but Jasper may have been smarter than Ddog. She would have made a phenomenal service dog. My parents spoiled her rotten. She was a high maintenance dog. And beautiful.
It's now time for me to end this post. I feel an ugly cry coming on and it won't be pretty. I can't talk about Jas to long without losing it.
Time. It's a strange thing. Hated and loved the same.
Just like FA.
You were loved, Jasper. Heaven has a good one.
