This morning, Jasmine reached a level of suffering we could not allow any more. Not with the poor, uncertain prognosis.
We set her spirit free from the body that failed her.
We always fought through all her medical horrors before, because the prognosis was always hopeful. But not this time.
We couldn't let her suffer any more, with such little hope for improvement.
Her spirit was bright as ever and wanted to go places and do things. But she would take two steps and collapse, shaking. She wouldn't eat, her stomach was constantly upset, and this morning was not even able to squat to pee.
It wasn't getting better, it was getting worse.
Run free, Jasmine, unbound by your ailing body. We loved you SO much, but you knew that. Know that everything we ever did was out of love.
Your ashes, baby, will make it to your ranch, where you were the happiest, even though you could not.