My other child

I've often spoke of my love for my son, Nicholas. What I've yet to go on and on about is the deep love I have for my other child, my dog Gizmo. In my heart I see him as my first baby. I've had him since he was two months old and he's now fifteen. He's had many health problems as of late and I fear that he's in the home stretch of his time with us. Sure, I'm sad about it and I know that I'll miss him like crazy but all I can think about is how incredibly lucky we are to have had him this long. I so hope that I can continue with that line of thinking and concentrate on that fact once he's gone. What he's given me has been far and above all that I've done to care for him, that I know. He's just such a sweetheart and a dog that nearly everyone adores once they're fortunate enough to meet him.

It's hard for me to believe that we've had him that long. Sometimes I don't remember what life was like before he came along. Before I found him I really wasn't much of a dog person. I didn't dislike them but I wasn't too crazy about having them around all the time. Now I adore most dogs and can't imagine not having one. But I can't see myself running out to get another once Gizzy passes. He's irreplaceable and it will be a long while until I let another animal into my heart the way I've done with him.

Isn't he handsome??




To any of you that are reading this and know me, please do me a favor. Remind me of my pledge to mostly concentrate on how good and long his life was once he's gone. That is my intention but I'm afraid I'll merely wallow in the fact that he's not physically here anymore.

I know I'm lucky to have had him this long.. I think I should write that 500 times in a row if I'm guilty of going against what I truly intend to do. Hold me to it, will ya?