It’s been a year since we lost our sweetest little Jazz.

It’s been very hard.

I still have a lot of trouble going into our bedroom just because I always expect her to be on the bed. She LOVED bed.

She was such a wonderful little girl. I suspect all the health problems she had, including the cancer that eventually killed her, were due at least in part to living in that hoarding house. It’s not fair that she had to live like that and that those conditions probably shortened her life, but at least we were able to give her several years of happiness.

We miss you, Jazzy!