Best Jazzy Dog (2011-2022)

We lost our beloved Jasmina—our Jazzy—in October 2022, and even now, it’s hard to find the right words. Toward the end, though, she began to suffer, and we knew we couldn’t let her go through that. Letting her go was one of the hardest things we’ve done. But what stays with us, always, are the countless beautiful memories we have of her—and of her and Ayla together.

Jazzy was our first Boston Terrier. We’d both grown up with dogs—Basenjis for me, big, floppy-eared companions for him. As our kids grew up and moved on, we started toying with the idea of getting a dog of our own. We spent hours taking online quizzes about the “perfect” dog for our lifestyle. The Boston Terrier came up now and then, alongside other contenders like the Welsh Corgi, Yorkshire Terrier, and Miniature Schnauzer. He leaned toward large breeds; I was thinking smaller. We wavered between breeds for years, stuck in a kind of analysis paralysis.

Then, through a lovely twist of fate, Jazzy found us. What started as a casual, “Hey, want to come over and see some puppies?” turned into, “I’m not leaving without that one.” Around the same time, our son had come back home between university degrees, and the three of us quickly agreed: Jazzy was the perfect little spark of joy. How we’d ever ruled out the Boston Terrier, we’ll never understand.

And what a puppy she was. We eagerly watched her tiny ears as they tried to stand up—one popped up, then the other, and eventually, only one stayed up while the other kept a tiny little flop at the tip – so cute!! It stayed that way and it suited her perfectly. She had a small splash of white on her forehead in the shape of a heart, as if to wear her sweetness right there for all to see. Her tail, a whip tail rather than the typical corkscrew of most Bostons, was a charming nod to her breed’s earlier lineage—a detail we grew to love.

Happy Every After

She was spayed at around six months old, and from then on, she lived a full, happy life—walking, playing, cuddling, (especially cuddling), eating, and adventuring. Her surprise zoomies could hit at any moment, turning an ordinary afternoon into a burst of energy and laughter. She took her squirrel-patrol duties very seriously, and later enlisted Ayla as her enthusiastic partner in yard security.

Jazzy was endlessly sweet and loved people with her whole heart—especially her human brother.

We miss you every single day, Jazzy girl. Thank you for the joy, the laughter, and the love. You’ll always be in our hearts and memories. Click on pictures below to expand.