|I feel old and tired.|
First of all, I had the most awful poops. All runny and watery and all the time. I was embarrassed I went in the house. I just couldn't hold it anymore.
Then one night I got all weird and didn't know up from down. Guardian later said she thought I was having a fit, but that wasn't it. Something about old dog dizzy something. She rushed me to the animal hospital. I stayed over that night. Next day, I got poked and prodded and needles stuck into me. I stayed over another night. Then I was taken to strange machines and made to lie a certain way. It was not fun.
I stayed another night. Guardian came to see me, and even though I knew it was her, I couldn't figure out why she was there, but nothing else looked like home.
|Where Am I?|
Finally, she came to take me home. I now knew up from down. But I still had those liquid poops. I didn't like the chicken/rice stuff Guardian was told to make for me. Too boring. I got really weak and my ribs and other bones started showing because I wasn't eating the food. Finally, she got me some kibble she said wouldn't make my insides hurt.
|Gus tried to comfort me|
I'm so happy to be home, but I still don't feel like myself. I still want to play with my squeaky, no stuffing toy, but I get really tired faster.
|I will only sleep next to Guardian's bed|
She also shoves some pill down my throat (I HATE that!) at night. She keeps telling me that will end soon.
What I really miss is not being taken to the library where there are kids. I love kids. They cheer me up. But Guardian says I'm not allowed to be around the kids right now. That makes me feel even older and sadder.
|These were my best days.|
Guardian here: Sadly, VERY sadly, this was Jazz's last post. She got even sicker as each day went by. In the morning of July 24, she suddenly collapsed and was unconscious. I rushed her to our vet. My wonderful little Jazz was in shock and comatose. Her besieged body just gave up. She never regained consciousness, and passed away that afternoon. She was only 12 and was seldom sick in those 12 years, so you can imagine our shock at losing her.
|Too old, tired and sick to do much but sleep|
Gus will be taking over the blog from here. He's not too wordy, so allow him time to learn how & what to dictate. I am too bereaved to write more about this. But please check back...Jazz was the inspiration for Pug Snort Report. Her spirit will live on in our heart, soul, and memories.
|Her last resting place. We all miss you terribly, Jazz.|