My pal, Miss Jazzi, is running free today. She had some things wrong with her that came on suddenly. She was only 8-1/2 years young. Many of you know her. She was always telling tales and making me laugh. And boy did she love tacos! (Did you ever know a Scottie to love tacos? No. You. Did. Not.)
To her peeps and all of her friends and family, this one’s for you. I’m eating a taco in your honor today, Jazzi.
Jazzi sent me this pizza toy during a gift exchange back in 2011. Boy did I love that thing. I played with it all the time until I tore it up!! Along with it, she sent me some chewies to eat. She was so thoughtful. And kind. Thank you, Jazzi.
I’m so sad. So very sad.
I think I’ll just sit and think today. About my friends who’ve left us. And about the peeps they left behind. I’ll try to think about all the good things and happy things about having my friends around rather than think about the sad stuff.
Those who are left behind are the sad ones. The ones who go before us are running when they couldn’t walk, eating when they had trouble, and having such a good time when once they were diseased and sick.
I wonder if they miss us? I know we miss them. Terribly. I’m sad to think they’re missing us who are left behind. Oh boy…I’ve worked myself into a bad state. Gotta get myself outta this. OK. When they leave us behind, we’re sad. But they’re waiting for us. Patiently. Remembering all the good stuff. And they’re happy. OK. That makes sense. Feeling better now.
I miss you Jazzi.