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Sex: Male Weight: 26-50 lbs
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July 29th 2003
Herding his Momma and biting water from water hoses or his squirt gun
Cameras - he made ugly faces when he knew it was around. He also despised his teeth being brushed.
All his squeaker toys were his toys of choice, but he loved his octopus with multiple legs. He would chew down the legs like they were corn-on-the-cobs.
Poop.... and ice cubes though he rarely finished eating them.
Any walk where poop would linger.
Gonzo knew all the basic commands and also how to give 'paw,' speak, and hush. He was smarter than most dogs in his own right and won Simon Says at a local dog event.
I found Gonzo at a local animal shelter in Florida. They are a kill facility that kills by default after two weeks. When I came to see him, he was scheduled to to be euthanized the next morning. I had went to a few shelters and decided I really wanted to get him so I rushed from one end of town to get him before they closed. His name was Little Bit but I changed it to Gonzo, based on Jim Hensen's the muppet because of his long beautiful nose.
Gonzo was very vocal, from sighing really loud to making a whine in his throat, you always knew when he was around. He successfully completed obedience training and was awarded 'top dog' of his class. He got a certificate and a toy of his choice, which he loved dearly until some of the stuffing came out.
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March 4th 2014 2:50 pm
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Well, shortly after I closed my last diary entry the vet called to tell me Gonzo was ready to be picked up. If you had asked me to pick him up earlier in the week by myself I wouldn't have done it. But through the support of family, friends, the Dogster community, and lots of tears, I was ok in going alone. They brought out a white bag that had his name on it. My initial instinct was to run away and cry but I put a brave face on and thanked the staff for being so supportive, took my Gonzo, and drove home in silence. I kept looking at the bag and I felt like I was in a movie. It was very surreal.
I only did a quick peek in the bag at the vet's office but waited until I got home to look at everything with my husband. They gave me a death certificate with proof of cremation, the rainbow bridge poem, and a condolences card. The box/urn is beautiful; a pretty rich wood with carved flowers on top. It fits Gonzo. He was a beauty and everybody thought he was a girl because he was such a pretty boy. My best friend gave me a beautiful framed photo of Gonzo she took of him for Christmas. I put him next to it and draped his collar over the frame. He sits on our bedroom entertainment center now. I'm glad he's there. I feel closure and I feel that we are all whole again in the house; before it felt empty because he was gone.
Camilla seems to be doing much better. She and I both made huge improvements Friday. I let her smell the box and his collar and I feel like she knew. That night was the first night she played with a toy. My husband and I were so happy to see that. With time, all of us will heal.
We have been iced in the last two days. I know Camilla is happy I'm home. I have made sure to love on her and keep her close. She has helped me overcome some of the pain that would have otherwise been around much longer had I not had to pretend to be the braver person for her since dogs can sense that in people.
Gonzo's diary made Dogster's daily diary pick today. Thank you for all who sent well wishes in the shape of treats and left positive comments in his diary. Your support means so much.
February 28th 2014 12:55 pm
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One week ago today my sweet Gonzo's old body started to fail him. This week has been overwhelming for me. I went on a rollercoaster ride of emotions, from sadness, anger, acceptance, shock, etc. Now that it's been a week, I feel much more at peace knowing he's not suffering on this Earth anymore and I know he had a great life.
I requested a private cremation for Gonzo. They told me I should get him back in 5 days. Now that this week is ending, I just want my boy back at home. It feels weird just looking at his dog collar on the corner of my head board. I think having him back even in his new form will bring me some comfort. My dad asked me why I didn't choose to bury him. My husband and I don't plan on retiring where we live and I didn't want to leave him behind. When I pass I also plan on being cremated and spread across the lighthouse beach in Florida. When Gonzo and I lived in Florida, I always wanted to take him to the beach but never did. I want us both spread across the beach together.
Yesterday was probably the best day of the week and the only time I shed happy tears after Gonzo's death. I logged onto my yahoo email and found an email from Dogster saying Gonzo's diary was diary of the day. The overhwelming love and support from Dogster members brought me so much comfort and I appreciate all of you who took the time to write a note or send a treat to Gonzo's page. I feel like everything happens for a reason and this was one way for Gonzo to be honored after his passing. I am eternally grateful for how it laid out. I printed off all the notes people sent me and plan on making a scrap book.
I am also thankful for my vet. She and her staff have always taken good care of him. She took every call when I had specific questions. How blessed am I to have a vet like that? I trust them fully with all of my animals. That's sometimes rare to find. Camilla likes them most of the time. She hates when they check her temperature from her butt and she really hates when they clip her nails. I'm too scared to do hers since they're black.
I intend on writing a little more in his diary (as long as Dogster stays open anyway). It gives me some ease to write and to continue to remember my sweet boy. I will close for now.
February 25th 2014 11:45 am
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It is with a heavy heart I write that my Gonzo passed away on February 22, 2014. He taught me so much during his life on Earth; about devotion, loyalty, unwavering love, humility, and being kind. Gonzo didn't have a bad bone in his body. From dogs to humans, he treated everyone the same. I used to tell people if I got robbed, Gonzo would greet them at the door. If he was eating a treat or playing with a toy and a dog came along, he would gladly give it up or share without question. There were many times Camilla would finish her food and go to his bowl while he was eating and they would finish his bowl off together.
I never knew just how precious my time with him was until a few years ago when I could see the almost white face, the milky grey eyes, the slower gait because of arthritis, and the hand obedience commands I had to use since he couldn't hear me much anymore. He was prone to seizures and during the last year, he would have a few brief but heavy episodes, more common than usual. In December, he gradually declined food for a week and soaked up water like we were in a desert. I took him to the vet to see what was going on and it was then I learned that his kidneys were running at 25-35% capacity. Since they only have a finite lifespan and dogs usually pass when they're at 50% capacity, I knew that my time with Gonzo was going to be limited.
During one of his seizures a few months back, I promised him to tell me when it was time for him to go and I would take care of him like I always had. This past Friday was a particularly bad night and I knew in my heart he was telling me. I took him to the vet early Saturday morning and they told me his kidneys were shutting down. It was the hardest decision I've ever had to make but for the ten years he was with me, he hadn't failed me and I wasn't going to fail him by being selfish.
Our home is quiet now. No more pitter patter of him pacing and trying to find something to herd. No more sighs of finding the right spot on the floor or his dog bed. No more yelling at him for breathing on me and telling him his breath smells like a butt hole. No more whines in the morning for us to wake up and feed him. No more brushing up against the side of the bed comforter rubbing his face in it for the feel of it against his face. No more prancing around like he’s the hottest dog on the block and then having to chase him around the yard to come back in the house. No more licking on the bottom of the shower door for little droplets of water. No more checking on me when I'm using the bathroom and squeezing in the tiny space to be beside me. No more seeing me off to work in the hallway waiting for his head rub and an "I love you." No more turning on of lights to make sure I don't step on him as I get up in the middle of the night for a bathroom break or a quick drink.
It saddens me every time I think of him. I feel such a void in my heart that seems so huge that it makes me wonder if it will ever be whole again. I know at one point it will. I am grateful to have had his love for as long as I did and to have offered him a life he wouldn't have gotten had I not adopted him. I know I chose him but I also know Gonzo chose me that day in Florida. He was my guardian angel and I know that now.
Rest at the rainbow bridge for now my sweet angel but look for me when the day comes so we can be together again in Heaven. Momma loves you and misses you more than you can ever imagine.
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