My journey with my beagle, Jasmine, began at my grandfather’s house, and she has since become a living symbol of my growth and resilience. She was born from his rabbit hunting dog, Jenny, who was my absolute favorite dog growing up. I remember the day the litter was born; there were two distinct groups of pups. One half looked like the white and orange hunting hounds, while the other half featured the classic black and tan markings. I felt an immediate, magnetic pull toward one of the black and tan pups. I decided to name her Jasmine, specifically choosing a name that started with "J" as a tribute to her mother, Jenny, and my particular recent obsession with the Disney princess.
In the beginning, I’ll be the first to admit that I spoiled her rotten. I was so obsessed with her that I carried her everywhere, to and from the house, across the yard, and even just around the kennel. It got to the point where she became so used to being "chauffeured" that she refused to walk out of the kennel for my grandparents; they eventually had to start carrying her just to get her moving! While this was funny at the time, having Jasmine gave me a new sense of drive. I found myself visiting my grandparents almost every single day, not just to play, but to take on the responsibility of her care. She was the first living thing I could truly claim as my own, and that ownership forced me to grow up quickly.
The true impact Jasmine had on my life, however, came through a difficult lesson in maturity and the certainty of change. As time went on, Jenny, her mother, passed away from old age. It was the first time I had ever experienced the death of a pet that I truly loved, and the grief was heavy. However, having Jasmine by my side changed how I processed that loss. Because Jasmine was a literal piece of her mother, she helped me navigate the sadness. She was a constant, wagging reminder that while things in life inevitably end, they also leave behind a legacy that we have to carry forward.
Jasmine helped me deal with the reality of moving on. She taught me that you can honor the past and cherish your memories without letting the "finish line" stop your progress. This lesson in resilience has directly influenced my mentality on the softball field and in my academics. When I face adversity, whether it’s a tough loss in a game or the stress of my mother’s health battles, I think about the cycle of life I learned through my dogs. You appreciate the time you have, you learn from those who came before you, and you keep pushing forward with a sense of purpose.
Today, Jasmine is more than just a pet; she represents my transition from a kid who just wanted to "spoil" a puppy to a young woman who understands the weight of responsibility and the strength required to handle life’s transitions. She has enhanced my life by giving me a sense of companionship that is rooted in history and family. As I prepare to head to Texas A&M and eventually the military, I carry the lessons Jasmine taught me about loyalty and grit. She proved to me that the best way to honor those we’ve lost is to live with ambition and drive, making the most of every opportunity we are given.