Friday to Monday, after she recovered from her bad reaction to anesthesia, and before the final crisis, Jasmine had got to have a few last happy days.
She wasn't well, but was well enough to enjoy the things she loved the most.
She got to go for some nice walks and spent a day at the farm, things she loved doing the most--spending time outside with her pack. She lived for her walks and outings. Nothing made her happier than that.
Her stomach was too upset to eat her meals but she still enjoyed her treats. She was so happy to be outside with all of us.
I did keep her on the leash for her safety, but because all the ice and crusty snow was gone, I let her go anywhere she wanted, just following her, not controlling where she could go and where she couldn't. When she fell like trotting, I ran with her, I wanted as little limitations for her as possible.
All I ever wanted was for her to be happy. I always did everything for that.
I will love you always, Jasmine.