Originally Posted by Epsilon (Post 1967235)

In December, my little Gizmo was robbed of his life. He was attacked and killed by a larger dog at the dogpark. He did not have an instant death and it kills me to this day. Today is his birthday.. I wrote this to him.



Today you would've turned 2 years old... so young. Not a day goes by without my thinking of you, you were my first child, my baby. The day your life was stolen continues to haunt me. I used to feel anger about that day... you were so innocent, so happy. I cry thinking about scared you must have been. But you had such a forgiving heart, so quick to forgive. I have chosen to do the same. I no longer feel anger, but only sadness. I miss you so much, Gizmo. Almost everyday I remind your dad of one of your habits, or of one of my favorite memories.

I am very stressed right now since the end of the semester is rapidly approaching... you were so good at sensing when I was stressed... when I was sad... when I was sick. I know that if you were still here, you'd be by my side all day to make sure I was ok. You would look at me with those eyes, that face, conveying that if you could, you'd make all my troubles go away.

We're going to the lake soon, Giz. Remember how much you loved the lake? I will never forget the day you jumped off the houseboat in attempt to get the ducks. Your Grandpa actually admitted to you being a little man that day. Or how about how you were a little dare devil on the skiboat... you would love to walk along the edges or sit on the bow when we were going slowly... you really liked to scare us. You also loved to run around on shore... Grandma would call you "hawk bait".

Remember the first time you peed on a little bush? You were soooo proud! You had an extra little skip to your walk from that day forward. It was that day you became a little man. It was also that day that you decided that you needed to "own" everything!... including everything in the house. We had to potty train you alll over again. It was a lot of work, but we did it! Remember the belly band I made you wear? You were so mad at me for it, but you still loved me :) You eventually became a good enough boy that you didn't need it any more.

Remember your girlfriend, Roxy? She was so pretty and you loved her to death. You were very protective of her and got mad when Uncle Beast got too close to her. It hurt his feelings actually. I had never seen Beasty so sad. You became a daddy, Gizzie. Roxy had a baby the day after you died. She had a boy, his name is Moco and he still lives with Roxy.

I could write all day about you, Buddy. I miss you so much. You were unfairly taken from this world and I will never forget you. I may have Epsilon now, and I will get other dogs in the future, but they will never hold that extra special spot in my heart. That spot is reserved entirely for you. I love you.