Gabby

This week we buried our sweet little Gabby. When we got home from church on Sunday she was vomiting, but then settled down and seemed OK. Monday she refused to eat anything--even peanut butter. I knew she was dying, but she was in no apparent distress--just wanted to lie on the kitchen floor near me and sleep. I offered her water from time to time which she lapped up, but still no food. I sat on the floor stroking her and telling her she was loved and she was still except for her little tail wagging. By Monday evening, we had to carry her outside to potty because her legs wouldn't hold her up anymore.


I checked on her through the night and every time she saw me coming, her little tail would wag. I just sat and stroked her wishing to God that she could talk to me and tell me what she wanted. In the morning my husband got up and asked her if she wanted to go outside. She popped right up and walked out the door to do her business and we thought perhaps she would rally. She came back into the house, took two steps into the bedroom and collapsed. About a minute later she coughed as her poor little heart gave out.


C.S. Lewis said that if you love anything, even an animal, it will break your heart. He was right. My heart is breaking as I remember her in all her puppy days and her growing years when she brought such joy to our family. She used to let Alice dress her up in princess clothes, and all the grandkids laid on her or got on her back for a ride. She never complained. She was the most obedient dog I have ever had. All she ever wanted to do was please me. She sat by my feet at every meal and patiently waited for my empty plate to lick. We always joked that she sat like a little lady--with her legs crossed.

Gabby will be greatly missed. But we will never forget her. I love you Gabby!