My poor doggie was put to sleep. Today is his birthday and he would have been 15. He was a little Shih Tzu (I say little but he was a little on the chubby side, hair cut short to make him look more like a little Ewok than the Gremlin that he was named after) and he was the best dog ever. He was my first dog and my parents have often said that they treat him (and our other dog, Milo, who is also a Shih Tzu, but is much smaller at only 6 pounds) like their children. They were essentially my brothers growing up, according to my parents, as I have no siblings. My mom was in tears when she told me and my dad couldn't even speak. Milo is apparently moping around the house, looking for Gizmo, and we're thinking that he may go at any time too because he's somewhere around 11-12 years old and has been around Giz his whole life. One of the saddest things I've dealt with in the past while, I'll tell you that. I put up an away message that night that if anyone believed in Doggie Heaven that they say a little prayer for him. The boy did, and I hope that if any of you read this, you'll do the same.
But yeah, it sucks, I saw a Shih Tzu being walked when I was on the way to the metro this morning. It's amazing how integrated into the family pets can be. Now, I have had a few pets in my life. My first pet was a guinea pig named UmpUmp (named because I was 1 1/2 at the time and when I heard the Old MacDonald song I couldn't say Oink Oink for the pig and could only say Ump Ump, and since he was a guinea PIG... yeah) and I had some pets in college. A bets named Lawrence that I kept for a few years (that fish traveled in my car so much), a couple of aquariums of really cool fish, and then Cale and I had an iguana for about a year as well named Ivan. And I am leaving one out to make my point- we had a cat named Muffy. I don't really remember how old I was, but figure I was about 5, as we moved from our old house when I was 7 and we didn't have the cat when we moved. Not only was my dad allergic to Muffy, but Muffy was a BITCH. I mean, scratching people, scratching furniture, basically just being a huge pain in the ass. So my parents gave her away, as they didn't want to have her when we moved. Well. A few years ago I was home from college (I think I was in Belfast at this point) and I remember being in the living room, decorating a bit with my mom. I found some old pictures that I was thumbing through and I found one of Muffy and my mom said "Oh, I'm so glad we had that thing put down." *GASP!* I mean, if I think about it, of course it was obvious that they put her down. But I guess I just didn't want to think about it and I was happy with the way that was explained to me and I was happy to be blissfully ignorant. Well, I was CHOOSING to be ignorant, if that makes any sense. That I was basically ignoring what I knew to be true. It still hurt to hear though. I really did gasp out loud and my mom's eyes got SO wide and she covered her mouth... and then we were in hysterics. Alas, it was not the case this time. So I'm sending this wish out into the netherworld of the internet- Giz, you were the best dog and I'm so glad that I chose you out of all of your brothers and sisters. I love you and will miss you and will think of you often as I grow old. I'm just sorry that I wasn't there at the end. I hope that you're in a doggie heaven where you can eat all of the beggin strips and vanilla yogurt drops you can handle. I love you.
But yeah, it sucks, I saw a Shih Tzu being walked when I was on the way to the metro this morning. It's amazing how integrated into the family pets can be. Now, I have had a few pets in my life. My first pet was a guinea pig named UmpUmp (named because I was 1 1/2 at the time and when I heard the Old MacDonald song I couldn't say Oink Oink for the pig and could only say Ump Ump, and since he was a guinea PIG... yeah) and I had some pets in college. A bets named Lawrence that I kept for a few years (that fish traveled in my car so much), a couple of aquariums of really cool fish, and then Cale and I had an iguana for about a year as well named Ivan. And I am leaving one out to make my point- we had a cat named Muffy. I don't really remember how old I was, but figure I was about 5, as we moved from our old house when I was 7 and we didn't have the cat when we moved. Not only was my dad allergic to Muffy, but Muffy was a BITCH. I mean, scratching people, scratching furniture, basically just being a huge pain in the ass. So my parents gave her away, as they didn't want to have her when we moved. Well. A few years ago I was home from college (I think I was in Belfast at this point) and I remember being in the living room, decorating a bit with my mom. I found some old pictures that I was thumbing through and I found one of Muffy and my mom said "Oh, I'm so glad we had that thing put down." *GASP!* I mean, if I think about it, of course it was obvious that they put her down. But I guess I just didn't want to think about it and I was happy with the way that was explained to me and I was happy to be blissfully ignorant. Well, I was CHOOSING to be ignorant, if that makes any sense. That I was basically ignoring what I knew to be true. It still hurt to hear though. I really did gasp out loud and my mom's eyes got SO wide and she covered her mouth... and then we were in hysterics. Alas, it was not the case this time. So I'm sending this wish out into the netherworld of the internet- Giz, you were the best dog and I'm so glad that I chose you out of all of your brothers and sisters. I love you and will miss you and will think of you often as I grow old. I'm just sorry that I wasn't there at the end. I hope that you're in a doggie heaven where you can eat all of the beggin strips and vanilla yogurt drops you can handle. I love you.
2 comments:
Aw . . . I'm sorry bout Giz. He was a cool dog. Your parents should get a designer dog now, like a labrodoodle, (sorry I have been obsesed lately with stupid designer dogs).
Have John regale you with stories of his idea of doggie heaven. I think it's something he's pretty passionate about.
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