Shetland Sheepdog
Picture of Gonzo, a male Shetland Sheepdog

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Home:Central Area, AR  [I have a diary!]  
Sex: Male   Weight: 26-50 lbs

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   Leave a bone for Gonzo

Bongo, Boo Goo, Goo Boo

Doggie Dynamics:
not playfulvery playful

Sun Sign:
Rainbow Bridge
Quick Bio:
-purebred-pound dog-dog rescue

Gotcha Date:
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.

Favorite Toy:
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.

Favorite Food:
Poop.... and ice cubes though he rarely finished eating them.

Favorite Walk:
Any walk where poop would linger.

Best Tricks:
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.

Arrival Story:
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.

The Groups I'm In:
Adopted and Rescued Shelties, The FURminator® Group For Dogs

I've Been On Dogster Since:
March 18th 2004 More than 10 years!

I Was In The:
♥Mom♥ 2005 Mother's Day Stroll!

2005 Valentine's Day Party!

2004-2005 Holiday
Picture Party

Special Gifts Given In The Past Month:

Rosette, Star and Special Gift History

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All In A Day's Work


April 2nd 2014 9:00 am
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Well, it's been a little since my last entry. I created a photo book on Shutterfly in honor of Gonzo so I can reminisce in one book with all of my favorite photos of him. I have hundreds of photos of him; it's crazy. Looking back now, though, I'm glad I took the time to take photos of him now that he's gone and I can remember specific times, events, or just the spirit of my Gonzo. I should receive it tomorrow. I'm excited to see it printed off. I ended up getting 88 photos in 20 pages. Ha! It was bittersweet to make and there were a few moments I had to stop working on it just so I could cry. The days are easier but sometimes his death just hits me like a tidal wave. Once I get a good cry out it usually makes me feel better.

Camilla is doing well. She is doing much better on her routine and we haven't had any accidents in a little over a week. Saturday my hubby and I were getting ready to go out to run a few errands and Camilla shocked us. She went by the corner of the entertainment center where Gonzo's collar, photo, and urn are, stood on her hind legs, and started sniffing in his direction with her tail wagging. I asked if she wanted to see Gonzo and she immediately perked up. I had her get on the bed and brought the collar and urn over for her to smell. She lit up like a Christmas tree. I usually try to let her smell his collar once a week and she always seems to know what it represents.

It's moments like these that further prove dogs have much more emotion and intelligence than we usually give them credit for. It definitely makes me feel better knowing that she misses him just as much as we do. Our vet told us that some dogs act like their mates never existed after a passing so it's nice that Camilla shows some type of grieving for him. He is definitely missed.



March 19th 2014 12:28 pm
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What a last few weeks. Not sure where everyone else lives but our winter has not been the kindest to us. We also suffered a loss in the family last week so I had to get out of some of my emotions to help take care of arrangements. Everything went smoothly which was a relief. The last week or so has been easier, just remembering my Gonzo and how sweet he was.

Camilla is a little devil so not having him around really emphasizes how truly grateful I am to have had such a great dog. Don't get me wrong, Camilla is a sweetheart and is true to her breed in that she always wants to be around you and give you love. That's probably my most favorite quality about her. Gonzo was the kind of dog who liked a few pats, a few scratches, and could easily sleep in another room so long as he knew where you were.

Camilla is also true to her breed in that she is stubborn and this is where I try to have the most patience with her. It will literally take her 10-20 minutes to find a spot to pee or poop. She will walk over the same patch of grass fifty times before she finally does her business on it anyway. Gonzo would pee on command and would crap wherever; he didn't care. When you don't have a fenced in yard and you have to stand outside with them while they're on the leash, you learn to appreciate this small quality especially during rain and cold weather. I also think that because he's gone, it's thrown off her routine a bit so she's been going to the bathroom in the house whereas before she would hold it. So we're making minor adjustments to her routine to try to get her back on a set schedule. Again, this is where patience comes in. ;)

Last night was my first night to cry over Gonzo in about a week. I decided to wash my car yesterday since it was filthy (again, our weather has been nasty but since we're not expecting any bad weather for at least a week I jumped on the opportunity). The last time I washed it and cleaned it out was before Gonzo's passing. I was fine until I had to vacuum the car out. I found little strands of his coat and I had a huge wave of guilt overcome me. Now I know this sounds ridiculous but in that moment, all I could think about was the last car ride he had and that was the reason the hair was in the car and that by vacuuming, it was going to relay into once it was gone, he was gone.

I ended up vacuuming anyway but when I went inside, I looked at some of the last photos I took of him the day I put him down. One in particular stood out to me. He was in the back of the car and the sun was shining bright that day. Even in that moment of being sick, he was flashing his classic Gonzo smile in the sunshine and boy did he look handsome. If it's one thing that Gonzo did was that he always won me over with that beautiful smile. I started to cry like a little kid does who doesn't get their way. I truly wanted to trade out all of the hair I vacuumed up and have my dog back. Realistically that can't happen. I know that.

Later in the night after some encouraging words from a friend and my husband, I looked at the photo again and smiled. He was making sure I got one last shot of that smile. He knew it and I knew it. One day all of his hair will finally be gone from everything; the car, my clothes, our furniture. But until then, I still smile when I see one of his hairs and grab it and say, "There's Gonzo!" He was and still is my everything and no vacuum will ever erase that from me. That much I know. And I can whole heartedly say I was truly blessed to be his fur mom.



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.

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