Jasmine was my "niece". As much of a niece as a doggie could be. She was my sister Leslie's best friend. Jasmine died last week. I miss Jasmine.
Jasmine, Leslie and I loved to go to a place we called, "Puppy Playground", a bayside beach, overlooking Barnegat Lighthouse, on Long Beach Island, New Jersey.
I would throw sticks into the water. Jasmine charged into the waves. Caught the sticks, and squatted in the water, crumbling them to splinters.
Jasmine loved to run with me. And snuff out dead crab carcasses and crunch them in her strong white teeth. Her breath was quite powerful after those trips to 'puppy playground'. We loved her anyway.
By breeding and 'profession' she was a retrieving dog.
But what Jasmine did best was love unconditionally. Everyone who knew her loved Jasmine back.
We are richer people for having known Jasmine.