Jazzy was my very first chow.
I picked her out of the litter at only four days old. I couldn't wait for her to go
home with me. I became friends with her breeders and went to play with her every
Unfortunately, I was very young and
finances were such, my fiancÚ decided it would be best if we sold my beloved
"Jazzy" to Ellie Quillin. I was heartbroken. We were to be married
in a month and he felt we could not afford her. Unfortunately, two weeks later, he
postponed our wedding. When Ellie called me eight months later asking if I wanted
her back, I immediately said, "YES!" and dumped the fiancÚ.
I shared Jazzy with my parents until
she was ten years old and she lived full-time with me until it was her time to cross over
the bridge at 13 1/2 years old. She has left a void in my heart no other chow can
completely fill. However, every so often, my present chows show characteristics
similar to my Jazzy. I have to wonder if it is her way of reaching across the
Rainbow Bridge to let me know she is watching over me.