Gizmo Princess
Small brindle chijuajua, female, she chose me,she wassotough , yet so gentle,she had a lot of hard knocks, but kept going. She was sassy and loving to her brother’s that she had through her life. She raised a Great Pyrenees pup Buster. I knew time was getting short but wanted a little more time. Her heart was bad and she had to be on water pills and heart meds.she still was strong and loveable and comforting to us and those around her.so sweet.
She went on ride to woods with us and while I payed attention to Buster to get him leashed, she left. We could not find her 3 minutes later. She was just gone! No sound or scent. Called and stayed 3 days, had tracking dogs up there who could not find a scent from her. No clue, no fur, no collar nothing left. Im assuming bird of prey, I hope she didnt suffer. Im so guilty. I always will be.
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The day she chose us
She followed me until I picked her up
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The way Gizzy chose you says so much, and that photo of her on the autumn leaf blanket with her chin lifted toward something out of view feels so full of her.
Losing her in a matter of minutes, then searching for 3 days without a single answer, leaves a grief with nothing solid to hold onto. Those 3 minutes are so small beside everything the two of you shared, all the hard knocks she kept getting up from, the water pills and heart meds you gave her, the way she helped raise Buster, and every year she spent being looked after by you.
Guilt tends to grab onto the last moments, but a life that full of devotion is so much bigger than one afternoon, and she was so loved.