r.i.p. jazz

So, Tuesday my sister texts me just before I get off work telling me that the family dog has died. We'd had him since forever so its going to be hard going to my parent's house and not seeing him puttering around in the backyard with the cats. He was like 14 years old, that makes him 98 years old in dog years, and he was way past his prime so its not sad that he's gone. The only sad part is that my 6 year old brother found him. He was on thyroid and arthritis meds to keep him happy and he was mostly blind and deaf. He was the nicest dog you'd ever meet. He'd bark up a storm at any body but that was just to get their attention for a good pat or scratch. His friend and companion, Sadie, died years ago and he mourned that loss for weeks. He was really smart, quickly learning all the tricks and commands I taught him no matter how old he got, and loved to have bodily contact with any living person or animal that was outside with him. Rest in peace Jazz. We'll miss you buddy.