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{mosimage} On Saturday, October 11, 2008, I lost another friend. He had a brain tumor, which probably explains his "sometimes psychotic" attitude and nasty aggressiveness towards people he didn't know, or know well. And even then, with people he knew, he sometimes couldn't control his violent outbursts. He pissed me off many times, even attacked me one more than a few occassions to where he drew blood, but still, he was my friend, and I will miss him.
Click the thumbnails to view the full picture. If only we knew how little time we have left, and when that time was coming, it would give us more time to accomplish the things we need to and spend as much time as we could with those we love. Even though it's probably better that we don't, as knowing when and how it will end for ourselves or those we care about, even though allowing us to cherish what little time is left, it would be more painful to know when it was going to be over rather than it just hitting us like a brick and forcing us to deal with the loss of a loved one. My best friend has passed away. He was put down on Saturday, October 11th, 2008. He had a brain tumor, which had caused his neurological problems. I only knew him for a little less than five years, and he was 35 when he left us. Still very young, even for a dog. I remember when there were thunderstorms and he would come and hide under my chair, hoping I could protect him from whatever that loud rumbling, banging noise was. I know he had no idea, but still tried to comfort him. After a while, I guess he just realized that I couldn't make the thunder go away and he would hide in under the toilet until it stopped. I remember messing with him sometimes by playing a thunder sound byte on my computer just to get him to come and see me. I'll never forget how he was with the kids, always barking at them when they were getting yelled at for bad behaviour, or when they would fight. He wasn't stupid, he seemed to be able to differentiate right and wrong behaviour amongst humans, and act like a parent LOL. Nor will Il forget his protectiveness over us as strangers would pass by the backyard or come near the front door. I swear, he'd rip an ankle off them if I let him. A little psychotic, but deifinitely protective and loveable none the less. I will always remember the way he demanded that I share my steaks, or any meat that I cooked, or, especially barbequed, his favourite. A meal wasn't the same without him around, begging at my feet. He never had to beg though, as I always made sure he got some real food, not the canned crap, or scientifically formulated dog food he ate every day. We both loved our steak rare with the blood still dripping from it. Poor dog had to wear those stupid halloween costumes too LMAO! I will always remember the day we got him, and the woman who brought him saying "he doesn't like men", as I was feeding him cold cuts and he tried to eat my hand LOL. Stubborn little bastard. It took almost two years for him to accept that I was the alpha male in this pack, but accept it he finally did. And we were best friends since then. I will miss you Giz... You evil, psychotic, little bastard. RIP Gizmo |
