Meet Romeow

I think I found something for Weezie to do...apparently she loves kittens.



The manager said it's a boy and that's why I call him Romeow!



Enjoy the videos. If you can't play them on blogger, you can use these links:

Weezie's kitten and

Weezie is kitty sitting

Ashes to ashes!

I'm glad now Gizzy's here with me instead of in the ground:

Today I was awakened by the sound of Gizzy's voice...he had this special yawn/whine when he wanted me to wake up to go outside...well, that's exactly what I heard with such loudness and clarity, that for a second I thought it was really him. When my eyes popped open, I saw Weezie soundly sleeping on Gizzy's Orthopedic mattress... and I remembered that today was the day I had to pick up Gizzy's cremains from the Vet.

When I returned from picking up Gizzy's urn, I found a package on my front porch that a Facebook friend sent me to help console me with some German goodies from Aldi's. 

Best of all was the card that she made for me with Gizzy faces all over...inside and out!

I realized that in a way, Gizzy is taking care of his mommy indirectly because the gift was sent because of his passing.

Thank you, Elaine, and thank you Gizzy. I do not feel that I am worthy, but I accept with gratitude and humility for if it weren't for my boy, I would not be eating rum cake and cookies right now.

I'd rather have Gizzy back instead of the gifts, but since that's not possible, I am so thankful for the blessings.

Happy Thanksgiving!

I am thankful for many things in my life, but today, I am celebrating my memories of my Gizzy and I am thankful to have had 11 wonderful years with him. I will be even more thankful, when  remembering our time together won't hurt so much.

I want to wish you all a wonderful Thanksgiving holiday tomorrow. May you be surrounded by loved ones, no matter what shape or size...live in the moment and soak up being together for life is short and often cruel.

I know it's difficult to do sometimes, but make yourself be still and sit, listen, hear and allow yourself to just be...that's what Gizzy taught me!

I was truly blessed!

Our last Christmas

I never intended to share this video when I took it because I sound so stupid, but now I'm glad I have it to share with you to bring a smile to your face. I love to remember our tug-o-war games that he loved to play and I always let him win!

For those of you that can't watch it, here is the link for you to click on:

Gizzy playing tug-o-war

Enjoy!

Thank you!

Thank you everyone for your condolences and kind words. It will take some time to recuperate for it was a quite sudden loss. By the time Gizzy was diagnosed with kidney failure on Nov. 4th, just 3 days after his 14th Birthday, he went downhill really quickly.... in a way it's good he didn't linger for too long, but it all seems like a nightmare to me. I am very comforted by having Weezie and I'm amazed at all the kindness and support of my friends in cyberland. You are so caring and kind. God bless you all for being so sweet to me.

Someone on Facebook made a couple of Gizzy graphics that I wanted to share with you:

"It came to me that every time I lose a dog they take a piece of my heart with them. And every new dog who comes into my life gifts me with a piece of their heart. If I live long enough, all the components of my heart will be dog, and I will become as generous and loving as they are." (Author Unknown)

Gizzy is gone!

It still feels unreal to me and the house is so empty (even with Weezie here) yet the silence seems so overwhelmingly loud, screaming at me - where is my boy?

The photo is of Gizzy sleeping his last night with me last night and he let me know in no uncertain terms that he was too tired to go on. I had the Vet check him over and he agreed as did a couple of my friends who helped me cope this morning. I know that I did the right thing and prolonging his life would have been cruel. This boy was a good dog and he deserved to leave with some dignity. He was very proud and wanted to be clean and handsome - even to the very end. Gizzy, you have left a hole in my heart the size of a crater and I will never ever forget my big little boy with the fly-away ears. Thank you for giving me such wonderful times and please, wait for me at the Rainbow Bridge! I love you and miss you so much!

Gizzy not doing so good

(Gizzy and Weezie yesterday morning)

I've not been online very much, except to obtain some advice and information on kidney failure in dogs. I spoke with the Vet yesterday and he says I'm doing all I can do for him. I have been pureeing Gizzy's food and feeding him in a dropper for almost two weeks. He hates it, but I do it anyway, even though I know he doesn't like me for it. He loves being clean, so I clean him up and brush him when we sit outside by the lake and tell him how handsome he looks. He is a very proud boy and will be to the end.

(Gizzy yesterday morning)

He loves just sitting by the lake and watch - so I made him a little head rest from the towel because he's so tired that he has trouble holding up his head.

This morning, he was bright-eyed and bushy tailed, wanting to go outside when it was still dark, so I took them both outside and had my coffee on the back porch. But now, at 1 pm, he's tired and not eating or drinking his water. I gave him some pureed sweet potato (to help him go potty) and he vomited it all up, so I gave him a little Pepto Bismol, but I know that the end is near.

(Gizzy last night after a drink of water)

(He still looks cute, but I know he feels bad)

I won't let him suffer much longer because it's not fair to him. I will wait a day or two in case he makes a recovery, but if by the week's end he's not any better and continues to refuse food/water and vomiting, then I know I will have to help him along.

(Gizzy this morning)

It's incredible for me to realize how sick he is when he still looks so good, but it happens with people just the same. They can look healthy all the way to the end and many people (or animals) don't look sick when they indeed are very sick. 

I've been in a perpetual state of heart ache and crying off and on like a psycho....I know I gave him a good life, but I wanted him to live longer, but I realize, no matter how long a pet or loved one lives, saying good-bye is just as difficult and I would be just as upset if he were 20 instead of 14. 

I'm sorry, this is sad news, but I thought that in all fairness, Gizzy's blogging buddies should know what's going on with him. I've lost animals before, but I'm especially attached to this little guy for so many reasons and I am breaking out in rashes all over my body - probably from stress and anguish. Please, pray for my boy  and for me so that I know when it's time for him to go...I do not want him to be in pain.