Jazz was the most perfect dog ever.
She had a huge personality, and an even bigger amount of love to give. There's just something about the cheekiness and upfront manner of a Curly Coated Retriever, and Jazz had this cheek and upfront manner tenfold.
Jazz used to carry beef bones around until they were maggoty. Once she jumped up and gave me a kiss on the face while she had a dead bird in her mouth. Before a walk, she'd fetch her frisbee out of her toybox and madly run around the perimeter of the house until she got her lead on. She was so cute when she'd lie upside down, legs akimbo and tongue out. And she was devoted to her kong - she would play with kong for hours, so much so that she broke the supposedly indestructible kong in half. Mum and Dad buried half of her kong with her.
Although I only go home to my parents' house around four times a year, Jazz and Toby show me love like I've never left.
I will miss her so much. And I know my parents will find it very hard to cope with the grief of losing Jazz. They still have Toby to love and spoil, but Jazz was the ultimate.
Rest in peace my little Jazzy. I love you.