Gipsy passed away last night around 6:30pm in my arms.
It was for the best – she didn’t deserve to suffer any longer – nor did she deserve to suffocate.
So Gipsy, this is for you.
Run free my sweet girl. Thank for being there through everything – you are my life, my heart – and I just don’t know what to do without you just yet. You were there for all the adventures, through all my tears and nightmares and through all those joyous times.
Remember when we first brought you home and you were so small, that you have to climb into your food bowl?
I’m sorry I was afraid of you a little bit when we first brought you home – I’m sure it was all in good fun chasing me trying to catch my pant legs.
Remember when you mobilized the entire neighborhood, because you thought my sneaker was a toy – and thought it would be fun to run outside with? It took us an hour to catch you, but you just thought it was a big game.
Remember the time you almost drown – because you couldn’t stop watching your own bubbles in the water bucket?
You were the only dog who was allowed on the school – and the cool kids sat up front, because they could pet you?
I could write a book about our life together – I will forever hold our memories in my heart.
Run free, we’ll see each other again – and I know, you’ll be right there waiting, wagging your tail and giving kisses.
Sweet Dreams, little girl.
My parents crated us both...
Who, me? No no... I'm allowed to be here. And those socks, they are not there.
You used to love sleeping on the stairs.
Typical.
"The dog is not on the couch..technically."
You will forever be in my heart.
Rest in Peace, Gipsy Queen of Highwoods.
February 29th, 2000 – November 4th, 2012.
It was for the best – she didn’t deserve to suffer any longer – nor did she deserve to suffocate.
So Gipsy, this is for you.
Run free my sweet girl. Thank for being there through everything – you are my life, my heart – and I just don’t know what to do without you just yet. You were there for all the adventures, through all my tears and nightmares and through all those joyous times.
Remember when we first brought you home and you were so small, that you have to climb into your food bowl?
I’m sorry I was afraid of you a little bit when we first brought you home – I’m sure it was all in good fun chasing me trying to catch my pant legs.
Remember when you mobilized the entire neighborhood, because you thought my sneaker was a toy – and thought it would be fun to run outside with? It took us an hour to catch you, but you just thought it was a big game.
Remember the time you almost drown – because you couldn’t stop watching your own bubbles in the water bucket?
You were the only dog who was allowed on the school – and the cool kids sat up front, because they could pet you?
I could write a book about our life together – I will forever hold our memories in my heart.
Run free, we’ll see each other again – and I know, you’ll be right there waiting, wagging your tail and giving kisses.
Sweet Dreams, little girl.
My parents crated us both...
Who, me? No no... I'm allowed to be here. And those socks, they are not there.
You used to love sleeping on the stairs.
Typical.
"The dog is not on the couch..technically."
You will forever be in my heart.
Rest in Peace, Gipsy Queen of Highwoods.
February 29th, 2000 – November 4th, 2012.
