February 9th 2004 – February 29th 2012
It was always meant to be. You and me.
I remember the first day I saw you. Miss Meg, Sumner and I traveled out to meet you. The shelter owners warned me that you were very nervous and that we should all just talk quietly and let you come up to us.
That was a total joke.
As soon as you saw us, you started tearing around the enclosed yard like a bat out of hell, jumping and being an idiot and just totally showing off. No-one could believe it, least of all your foster people.
They asked me if I was wanting to think about it. Hell no. You were coming home with us. I fell in love at first fart.
We always had such a time together.
You sat on my lap this morning as we talked to Poppy Jack and Nanna Margie and we laughed over some of the
naughty funny things you’ve done over the years…
The way you would DESTROY Mel the Garbage Man…so that poor nanna margie had to sew him up over and over again
Or the time you dressed up as Billy Ray Cyrus for halloween.
Oh how the ladies loved that one.
Or how you were always such a HUGE baby about the rain. I mean…you saw another dog and you went crazy, but if there was a chance your paws might get wet then there was NO way in hell you were going potty outside (Are you NUTS?).
You were my best little buddy. My constant companion and shadow. The first one to the door in the evening and the giver of the most sloppy kisses. And boy how i loved you…such big, big love. Today my heart aches so much and there’s no funny little puppy around to wipe all my tears on.
You were the best little bumblebee a girl could ever know. I’m sorry that we weren’t able to get rid of that cancer you picked up, but im glad we had as much time together as we did. You will always be in my heart Gizmo…and on my arm.
I love you tough guy