18th January 2012
 
To Gizmo (1/1/2005 -- 18/1/2012)
 
 
What made me drive to the centre that day?
Crazy woman, some might say.
Snook out of a meeting half way through,
Just to go, and find you.
 
Arriving there, I wondered the corridor,
Searching and searching for something more.
Then I came across this lonely mite,
Who looked like he had put up one hell of a fight.
 
Grey and white, scruffy mass of hair,
Not that you looked like you really did care.
Underweight, but with the world on your mind,
Oh what a treasure, I did find.
 
One week later I was told you were ours,
What seemed like months was only hours,
Until I drove to pick you up,
Gosh, you were the cutest looking 'pup'!
 
The age they said you were - five years old,
you looked like you had a story or two to be told.
I took you home, two hours in the car,
We got to know each other, sounds bizarre.
 
From that day on, you were my Best Friend,
My guardian angel, that God did send.
Our fun just starting, our work to be done,
But little did I know, what would become.
 
You couldn't tell me what happened in the past,
but the way you were, I guessed you longed for it not to last.
How cruel humans were to you, left you alone,
Never would that happen with me in our home!
 
We had wonderful walks, Renville and Renmore,
Across meadows, the beach and places you'd never seen before.
In front of the fire, the warmth you did love,
I think you thought it was a gift from above.
 
Your hip discomfort caused you some pain,
that got worse when you got damp and cold from the rain.
You didn't like walks in the dark at night,
And sometimes you put up a real fight!
 
The best days I had, I'm sure you felt the same,
Was when we would go for a walk, in the sun. . .not the rain!
We would then head home and make some lunch,
Sit together on the couch and have a real good munch!
 
Then we would sleep, you on my baby bump,
You were not by far the lightest lump!
You kept me awake if you snored,
But then I'd just watch you, I was never bored.
 
Your fur was so soft, the tuft on your head,
I'd curl round my finger, but you wanted your belly rubbed instead!
You'd lick my hand if I rubbed your paw,
I really loved you, if you only saw.
 
Your human abusers had made you sad,
And so in turn this had made you angry and mad.
The day came when we were told you were not fully happy,
and the discomfort you felt, made you a sad chappy.
 
I cried and cried, my heart torn apart,
But you were 'My Handsome', 'My Sweetheart'.
How could I do this, it wasn't right,
You were my baby, my frightened little mite.
 
It was only right I should be there,
For your last breaths, to stroke your hair.
Twisting your curl around my finger,
your smell on me for ages would linger.
 
I loved you the first day I saw you,
and I know you loved us too.
I whispered in your ear, I held you until the end
To Rainbow Bridge you did go, I'd lost my Best Friend.
 
In your memory, we will try to save,
Doggies like you, who try to be brave.
Humans that are mean to Doggies like you,
I will never forgive, they will never be saved too.
 
There will be days that I will cry,
and as hours and days and months go by,
I will be thinking of you and the times we had,
I hope some were good for you and not all bad.
 
In the near future, I too will sleep,
Just like you, joined again together, just you and me. . . . I promise.
 
Love Always, Mommy xxxx