Gunner is an angel now

May 1st, 2007

I told the story of Rainbow bridge to my son today on the way to drop him off at school. We spoke of green fields and green grass and very very fast squirrels. Rushing rivers, bones, toys and everything that makes a dog happy. We spoke of no more pain, meeting up with loved doggie companions and black and tan angels getting their wings. We spoke of furfaces peeking over the side of that rainbow, keeping an eye and a paw on people they loved while Jesus strokes their velvet ears.

It sounded good, it sounded peaceful and most of all, it made sense. My son won't ever look at a rainbow the same again. He will see wagging stumpies and the outline of dogs and angels wings.

Gunner has crossed that bridge we spoke of, he used all four legs to do it and he can now fly fly fly over those gorgeous daisy laden fields I spoke of with my son. He is Garrick's special angel who watches over him and waits for his boy to cross that bridge to find him. Garrick knows this, he believes this because his mommy does too.

I told the story of Rainbow bridge to my son today on the way to drop him off at school. We spoke of green fields and green grass and very very fast squirrels. Rushing rivers, bones, toys and everything that makes a dog happy. We spoke of no more pain, meeting up with loved doggie companions and black and tan angels getting their wings. We spoke of furfaces peeking over the side of that rainbow, keeping an eye and a paw on people they loved while Jesus strokes their velvet ears.

It sounded good, it sounded peaceful and most of all, it made sense. My son won't ever look at a rainbow the same again. He will see wagging stumpies and the outline of dogs and angels wings.

Gunner has crossed that bridge we spoke of, he used all four legs to do it and he can now fly fly fly over those gorgeous daisy laden fields I spoke of with my son. He is Garrick's special angel who watches over him and waits for his boy to cross that bridge to find him. Garrick knows this, he believes this because his mommy does too.

So today is the day to say - Fly high with bright silver wings my Dobie, my baby boy and my son's best friend. The skies, like your mommy, wept for you today, the angels cried in loud voices like thunder that you were coming and candles lit up the sky like lightning in celebration of your life. I look up and thru those clouds right now as the sun peeks out, and I think I see the edge of your wings, my old man who is now young again. Your passing was peaceful, your eyes thankful and your belly full of what you loved most.

You were never my heart dog Gunner, you never needed me as much as some of the others. You were always content to be part of our lives but you didn't' feel the need to dominate it. You were gentle, loving and faithful in your own quiet way. Your heart was great, as was your love for us all. You were never my heart dog Gunner, but I see today that you were my heart. The quiet part, the soft peaceful part, the part of my heart that knows how to love quietly and completely and most of all unselfishly.

I don't feel rage in your passing Dobie, you taught me something better, that it is OK to love quietly, softly and I thank you so much for that. I don't feel cheated in your passing Gunney, I feel lucky to have been your momma through 11 years of love, laughter and life. So fly high my brindle angel, fly high on your bright new silver wings.

I love you Tudy, Dobie, Gunney guns, my old porkchop, my Doberweiler. Mommy loves you

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