This past Sunday, November 27th Jasper went to the Rainbow Bridge. Jasper was absolutely without question the most beautiful ray of sunshine in my world. He was my very first dog, we learned together, he taught me so much about life and so much about myself. He had an old soul, nothing mattered more to him then just being with me. No toy, no other dog, no food source, nothing. I only wish or hope that I lived up to my end of the bargain, he was forgiven of my mistakes, truly he changed my world.
Jasper grew up with my other dog, Loki. Jasper was a GSD (West German show lines), Loki is a GSD (Czech Working lines), Jasper put up with so many shenanigans, never one fight or blood spilled between the two, they were absolutely best friends. Jasper showed Loki the way, he was patient, forgiving, probably played when he wasn't in the mood, they were just perfect together.
Later on Finn came along, Finn is the devil in disguise, Jasper was the stabilizing force, while Finn would push others being the brink of insanity, Jasper would shut it down, without much of a challenge. Jasper was the perfect dog if there could ever be one, in my eyes he was.
Jasper had his hardship of orthopedic issues, elbow dysplasia/hip dysplasia, surgery on the elbows only at about 15 months of age, never really helped much, hips came later on, with the beginning of DM.
Jasper was a warrior, the orthopedic issues didn't stop him, nor did it stop me from making sure that he didn't quit, I pushed him, but only in the way that he wouldn't loose his spirit, he never did, this is one thing he taught me, to be a fighter and never quit.
The past year was tough on him, you could see the problems/onset of DM, then he developed some eating issues, not being picky, but just shying away at times from the food bowl. I had him ultrasound, nothing really was found. I still had suspicion, I watched him like a hawk. I work at a vet clinic so I always asked doctors questions. I had him on good meds, bloodwork, he was in good hands.
This past weekend was our final weekend together. Saturday he was so strong, was playing with his Jolly ball (at the field), he was super awesome. Sunday was the day that I lost my boy. Sunday morning and afternoon was awesome, we went to the field, played outside almost all day, he ate awesome in the morning, and the evening feeding. At about 6:15 p.m. we came inside, it was suppose to be his second to last bathroom break. When I called him in he was hesitant, I could totally see a huge change in behavior. He finally came in and he went to his bed. I was observing him, he looked lethargic and wanting to vomit. I keep Cerenia on hand so I have him a few. I observed him for about 1 hour, no better. I then got him out of his bed to see how he would be standing, he couldn't stand. I started checking him further, I noticed that his belly was huge. I went to my medical bag and got a syringe and poked his abdomen, I drew out all blood, I was devastated. I contacted my doctor at work, I rushed him to the clinic. His breathing was very challenging, he gums were almost white.
On this evening the decision was made to remove all pain from My Jasper, Jasper went to the rainbow bridge, I was by his side, my hand on his heart, my face next to his, feeling and breathing his last breath, I will never forget listening to him, being so close to him.
I will never forget this boy, I wish I could repay all that was ever given to me from him, he was truly a gift from God/Gods.
My only hope is that there truly is some sort of Heaven, this can't be it, I really want to see him again. There is never enough time in this world for what we love, at least from what I have learned.
Thank you for letting me write this, it helps, at least for right now.https://youtu.be/oFSdqNzPSZo