This afternoon we had our beloved old golden retriever Jazz put down.
He had slowly lost much of the use of his back legs over the last few months, and a few days ago he mostly stopped eating and let us know clearly that he was done with this old, joyfully-used-up arthritic old shell of a body. He became more peaceful in the last few days than he had in perhaps the last year or two.
Such a great soulfulness he had, I feel he'll come back as a monk or spiritual leader of some sort.
He had nothing but love for all beings. Please give your animolecules an extra hug in his honor.
I'm not sure how I'll paint without him. He was my studio companion.
We love you, Jazzy Wazzy (aka "Wazzle Dazzle"). But you always knew that.
After we made the dreaded appointment with the vet, The Husband took Jazz out for a last romp at Chautauqua Park. Jazz got to get his feet muddy, go out on a windy trail, and roll in weeds--three of his very favorite things to do.
I thought it would be hard for me to watch this video (I saw it after we put Jazz down), but I find it soothing, and fascinating that instead of just running around having fun, Jazz really seemed to be surveying his "kingdom" (it's a trail he's run along many times in his life) and taking it all in very deliberately and consciously.
Most of the video is just him standing and looking. At about 1:27 he decides he needs to go roll around in the weeds.
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