A sharp, piercing cry, and she was gone.
My 6-pound loveable doglet Jasmine died. Suddenly. Unexpectedly. Quickly.
And I hate it.
She was an adorable little princess. Full of energy. Lively. And an insistent ‘hold me all the time’ companion.
The blow of grief struck my heart as I held her limp body and cried my goodbye. She was so small, but took up so much space: laughing space, loving space, irritating space, and heart space.
She was not supposed to leave so soon. She was only 6, and her doglet buddy Chili is 17. Who would think this little one would decide to explore another playground…without Chili and me, leaving us unprotected.
Jasmine was my attack doglet, alerting me if a squirrel dared to cross our lawn or a walker was within her range of vision. I certainly felt safer knowing this dynamo was what stood between me and imagined danger.
It is with great sadness (and lots of regrets that we didn’t have more time to cuddle) that I say ‘happy travels, little one’. You are missed and remembered.
And know you were loved.