Tribute to Jazz

This afternoon, Jazz went to be with his Maker. After six years of life with the De Boer family, Jazz was put to sleep after a sudden but painful bout with his intestines. Saturday, Jazz started yelping and jumping up on my dad while he was supposed to go to the bathroom. He couldn't pee, so my dad brought him into the vet. Several hundred dollars later, we learned that he had at least three kidney stones. His intestines were also messed up somehow since he hadn't pooped in three days. For reasons beyond me, dogs have to pee every day or they will die. They catheterized Jazz, but a day later, he still couldn't go on his own. Either Jazz would have to have expensive surgery, or he would have to be put to sleep to avoid this pain. Since the surgery costs were bound to bloat, and the chance of the stones returning was fairly high, my parents opted to put him out of his misery.

To those of you who were part of puppy-sitting Jazz while we were at Hope, thank you. His life may have ended, but his tail is only beginning.

He and Handel can now rest forever in peace.