I know most of you have had pets at one time in your life. I honestly can not imagine my life without them.
This page is being created to pay tribute and good bye to my friend and companion, Gordie. She allowed me to
be a part of her life for 15 years. She loved me, shared with me, taught me. She stayed as long as she could.
I know she waited until she knew I was ready to accept the fact that she needed to go. I had a hard time with
this, but she was so patient with me, showing me everyday that she loved me still. She needed to go, she was
ready to go, her life on this earth fulfilled. She had done her job. And she did it so well.
Gordie came to us as a puppy. She was actually a gift for my daughter from her brother for Christmas. But
through events that took my daughter over seas, she decided to leave this wonderful little bundle of fur with
me. That was all it took, she was mine from that moment on!
I can still see her running in the park, up one hill and down another, until she finally made it back to me
and she would just fly it seemed and land in my arms. She always had a big grin on her face. She loved
running in the park. But as much as she loved running free like that she, would also be a little lady on a
leash and walk down the sidewalk with no problem. She was so easy to train on that leash too. Not one time
did she fight or refuse. Well, after all, that meant going somewhere, and for that she was always ready.
Gordie was a cock-a-poo. She had that loving little face of a cocker, with those big brown eyes. She would melt your heart. This loving little soul would do just anything in the world to please you. If you wanted her to be a couch potato and watch TV with you, that was okay too. If you wanted her to go to the lake fishing, she was ready. Her personality was so special. She just adjusted to the situation, no matter what you threw her way.
She had one liter of pups. We kept one of them. A little boy. He looks just like her, even now, I look at
him and see her. He is getting old now too, so he really is starting to look like her. But they always did
look alike, except for one tiny thing. She had a black nose, and his is a brown color.
But there were many "kids" for her to raise. I was always bringing home strays or how about ducks. That was so funny, these little tiny ducks just following her around. She would stop, look at me as if to say, You really have to be kidding, but she would just take a deep sigh and take care of them. That is until they got bigger than her, then she wasn't so friendly. Her nature was so gentle, she just accepted that this needed to be done, and so she did it!
Of course, the years crept up on her and she started showing signs of old age. First the arthritis. That was easy to treat. But in 1996 we found out she had congestive heart failure and that it really didn't look good. The vet gave us medication to give her to try and prolong it as long as we could. It was a okay for awhile, but then, as time is to all of us, the medication no longer was effective. She started going down hill fast. It seemed that one night she was laying at our feet on the floor, and the next night she could hardly stand.
She had gone to a severe stage. She couldn't even get up, couldn't stand anymore, her back legs had just decided to not work. By that evening, she was unable to hold herself up for even a few minutes. My husband and I both knew we would have to make the worst decision of our lives the next morning. I called the vets, made the appointment, and tearfully we began her last journey. Her son was left at home, crying as we took her to the car. When we arrived at the vets, we were immediately taken back to a room. The vet looked her over and told us the heart was in grave condition. She could try some tests, but she honestly didn't feel there was anything she could do. I already knew this, and told her we understood that. She explained the choices. We choose to end our beloved pet's life, to stop the remaining pain she would have to suffer as she would continue to fill up with fluid. As anyone knows who has ever been faced with the death of your companion this is a choice you pray will never happen. I knew that this was the only way to go. I needed to show the love we had for her by not letting her suffer a painful death. But nonetheless, this is a decision that is the hardest one to make in an entire lifetime, maybe even two.
So on August 6, 1998, we asked the vet to help our companion to the other side. And as the lethal dose was administered to her, I kept telling her she was such a good dog, we loved her so very much, but that it was okay, she could go now, we understood her needs. As the medication began to flow through her veins, I held her little head close to me, telling her we love you, but you need to go sleepy time now. Then all too fast it was over. Final. We buried her near a tree that she loved to sit by. And although inside my reality mind, I know I did the best thing for her, it just will not stop the pain inside. I know time will help the pain, but with all the time that is allowed in my lifetime, there will never be a day I don't think about her, or miss her. Its refreshing to think she is waiting up there at the bridge for us.
The meaning of this page it to honor and show our love for you Gordie. You must know how very much we miss you. And the love inside will never diminish. I hope your pain free now. Have all the fun you want, but keep watching for us. We could never forget you.
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