Year 2012 Tributes For pet names beginning with "G".

In loving Memory of Gabby

About 5 years ago my cousin and best friend adopted a pure bred Maltese from a puppy mill rescue group. The dog was blind and had so much material in her ears that she was not able to hear. Our veterinarian had to clean her ears out under anesthesia due to the amount of buildup of wax and debris. After the surgery, Gabby could hear but not localize sounds. Her nourishment was so poor that she lost most of her teeth. She was debarked (a cruel procedure where the vocal cords are damaged with a rod and hammer). Gabby also was unable to stand up because for the first 7 years of her life she walked on the bars of a crate. This beautiful and precious animal had minimal hair due to low thyroid levels and undernourishment. She had a severe heart murmur and teetered on the edge of congestive heart failure for several years. This murmur was not treated until she went to the rescue. The puppy mill called the rescue because they would either send Gabby to the pound (she would not likely be adopted as a result of all her physical conditions and would likely be put to sleep) or let the rescue take her. My cousin adopted Gabby and put her through a rehabilitation program to teach her to balance and walk. Gabby was never able to be house trained as a result of her poor treatment and multiple conditions; however, she enjoyed walking around the house at night with a diaper on. If there was a dog bed anywhere in the house, Gabby would find it. She spent her days in a play pen area and leapt joyfully into her bed. At night she would sleep with me and cuddle in as we both fell asleep while I rubbed the back of her ears and massaged her back. Gabby required a lot of care and love, which my cousin gave her. Her hair returned with a small dose of thyroid medicine and nutritious food. She gained weight and was loved by all who met her, especially her sitter and groomer. She had a sweet personality and never snapped at anyone or any of the other dogs. Last night, Gabby died as a result of years of poor treatment in the puppy mill from hence she came. She was only 11 years old. She had the body of a 20 year old dog, said our vet once. She surely will be missed by all who cared for and loved her over the years. Why do I write this? I want you to think before you purchase or adopt a dog. If a seller of a pure bred will not let you full access to their facility or breeding area, then they are likely not caring for the dogs well. Do not adopt from them. There is no excuse for a dog to be in the condition that Gabby was in when she was first adopted by my cousin. She had a tattoo on her ear with the number 19 on it. That was all she was to these people, number 19, not a precious gift from God. They could not even clean her ears (basic care for small dogs) so she could hear. I am not saying that you should not get a pure bred dog; however, continuing to purchase dogs from this type of breeder is wrong and unethical. If you purchase a dog from a pet shop, find out who the breeder is first and visit them. See for yourself how they treat and care for the animals. In the end you will be glad you did. Ask questions about how many times the female dogs are bred, how they are touched and socialized, what diseases run through that line, and most important what their living conditions are and what veterinary care they get. Most importantly, think about adopting a special needs dog or a puppy mill throw away. They are the best but require very special care and love. Gabby is already missed by her friends, my cousin and me. We love you Gabby and we thank God he found a loving home for you during your last five years of life. You are embedded in our hearts forever!

Gabriel, March 31 2002 - March 7 2012

Georgie, 06-13-2012

Gertie (Goldfeather's Silent Woods), June 16, 1999 - Jan 10, 2012

Gert, I can't tell you how much we all love you and miss you! Our family just isn't the same without you. I want to say thank you for brightening our days with your love, and energy. The last year must have been hard for you. I know you are with God, and Winnie, and Maggie, and Pooh. Please say hi to them for me. I know you are having a lot of fun at the bridge with them. Nellie is sad, but I promise you that I will take good care of her for you. I was always amazed at your motherly instincts. You did such a wonderful job with your sister Winnie, and even after her loss, once again, you took Nellie in your loving heart. I don't think I will ever meet such a loving soul such as you in my life ever again. I am sorry for all of those years I was gone. I wish I could have spent more time with you. I wish I could have had a chance to see you one last time. Even though you were sick, you still showed us your undying love. Thank you for that. I wish we could have found a way to keep you with us, but I know that God needs you now. I thank God for blessing us with such a wonderful, and beautiful friend such as you! Take care my good friend! We love you!!!

Ginger, 071712

Ginger you will forever be in our hearts. We loved you so much. Losing you will be a big loss for us. Go find daddy and rest in peace.
Love
Mom

Ginger was a scrappy little retriever/terrier/who knows mix. She was part of a pack confiscated by the Richmond SPCA, and the only one that was not put down because of viciousness. She was between 2 and 4 years old when I got her. She had food issues, in that she would take mouthfuls of kibble and hide it places for "later." She was always very anxious to please, and, like all dogs, was never happier than when she was with her people. She was with me for 10 years, and I have not yet gotten used to her absence. She was pretty healthy until 3 days before her death. She had a stroke which all but completely disabled her. We sent her on across the Rainbow Bridge on the 13th.

Sweet little baby Girl. So soft, so sweet, so loving, so affectionate. You just purred and purred and purred; you loved to purr; you never stopped purring. You purred even in your last hours.

You loved your brother so much; you just loved giving him baths. He really misses you, baby; he loved you too.

I'll miss you licking my hands. I'll miss you licking the back of my head after I got a haircut. I'll miss you headbutting me when you wanted attention. I'll miss you lying on top of my head when I sat in the recliner watching TV. I'll miss you curling up next to me whenever (and wherever) I lay down. I'll miss your never-ending purr. I'll miss cuddling you like a baby. I'll miss you kneading on me. I'll miss the soft fur on your belly. I'll miss the reaction you gave when I scratched the top of your head--your favorite spot. I'll miss your never-ending talking, and the fact that we could have conversations with each other.

But mostly, I'll miss your sweetness. You were undoubtedly the sweetest kitty I've ever met, and everyone who ever met you said the same thing. You just loved people. And people loved you.

See you when I get there, sweet Girl. I love you.

Gertie, Thank you for coming into my life. You comforted me so much by following me around always. You made me laugh so many times, jumping off the deck after a ball, perking up your little E.T. ears, or sitting spread eagled on your stomach. You were only with me for two and a half years, but you are forever in my heart.

Our blessed little girl.

Gizmo, June 20, 2000 - November 25, 2011

Gizmo I love you and miss you so much my Baby Boots your nickname from a puppy....you gave me love and friendship and always by my side when I was down God has given you to me 16 yrs ago and I had to let you go because you got so sick I think of you everyday you are my fur child....no one in my family will never under stand the bond you and I had I Love you with all my Heart and sloe never to be forgotten untill we meet again your sad Mommy :(

My Dearest Gizmo - You were taken from us much too soon, with so much love left to still give. I miss you so very much. I hope you know that the decision to relieve you of your pain was the hardest decision that I have had to make. It was so terribly painful knowing we would never see your precious face with those big sad eyes again. Nothing has been the same since you left. I see & feel you everywhere in the house. But it is not the same as feeling your soft fur against me during our cuddle-fests & belly-rubs. You can never know the incredible amount of love & joy you brought to our lives.

You were one of a kind & will never be forgotten. There is a spot in my heart that is only for you My Little Gizmo.

I await the day I can hold you in my arms again.

Run free my angel.

You will forever be My Baby Girl...My Princess.

Love, MaMa

My handsome man, my best friend. Two years ago I rescued you from the shelter after a troublesome past. You have had you problems since and I have tried to understand you as best I can. Today was a terrible day for the two of us, but I held you till the end. I hope you know I loved and will love you with all my heart. With you gone also goes with you a large piece of my heart. I held you tight today, I hope you knew it. I smell you on your blanket as I type this and it breaks my heart. No other will be quite like you. I will always remember what you love to eat and how you love your rubs. Forgive me for today, there was no other way. Love you always and forever. See you on the other side. Your mommy xxxxxxxxxxx

Gojo, you were 5 weeks old when Daddy brought you home. I swore I didn't want you, and would never love you like I did old Joe, who passed away, but you didn't care. You stuck around and wheedled your way into my heart. You ran like the wind when I sat in the back of that van, and put you on that dirt road to tease you! You were not going to lose me! When Daddy passed away, the last think he wanted to do was rub your soft little head, and your silky ears were the catch all for my constant tears. Now, sweet baby, those tears fall to the floor. I miss you with all my heart, and feel this pain that is becoming all to familiar in life. I hope that you are with Daddy, and that you two are enjoying your reunion. I will be here, on earth, waiting to be reunited with you. Until then, remember I love you my sweety, and always will.

To our very dear Goldie (aka Babycakes) you brought us such joy for such a little critter. God really knew we would love you, I always knew that guinea pigs were special but you were so precious to us, and we still miss you so very much...

all our love your human Mum and Dad

My dear best friend:

You will live in my heart forever. I know that when my time comes, a vision of you and my other dear furry friends will be my last earthly thought. Seeing you all again will indeed be the happiest day of my life.

I know that this great pain will soon pass and only the wonderful memories will remain.

Dad

My big teddy bear left this life yesterday morning. Your Harley-dog, Short-man, Squirrel & I miss you so much. Rest in Peace, Buddha.

Grungy the Cat, Grungemeister, Grungia Bungia Boy, Fat Boy, Baby Cat; these are just a few names my Grungy was known by over the past almost 17 years. In Taino Indian tradition, the more names a deity had, the highest that deity was among them. If this is true, Grungy was truly a God among Cats. Grungy was born at the edge of the Grunge music era, and his momma (me), being the rock and roll chick that I was...well the name fit. I first met grungy the day he was born, in the closet of a friend, My Julia's babysitter, Susan Klunder. It was love at first sight. Susan gifted Grungy to Julia for her second birthday. She gifted all of us with 17 years of laughter and joy.
This tiny bundle of fur grew and grew to an astonishing size. He not only tall and long, but as the years passed also in girth. People who visited often asked "What do you feed that cat?!" We would reply "other cats" and laugh. Grungy was King.
Seating arrangements were always made around where Grungy chose to sit. You couldn't pry him from his roost; there was no sense in trying. In the morning, if his bowl was empty, I could expect him to bite my toes until I fed him. I called it my morning Grungy Dance, as I hoped around avoiding his bites. As he became older and more entitled, he would stand on hind legs, head at the edge of the table, waiting to see what was being served. We continue to leave food in that corner at every meal. Despite his size, he was agile, often leaving field mice, moles or birds under the dining table as gifts. He would balance across the rafters of our cathedral ceilings.
No One was above Grungy claiming, he would plop on the lap of whoever was visiting, no matter their purpose or status.
Grungy's favorite game was one invented by his biggest fan, Andrew, My son. The game was called "arpeto", where they would literally wrestle MMA style until Andy Tapped Out. It was a sight to see. In his later years, Grungy loved to eat and lie in the sun, a well deserved retirement.
I want us to remember grungy with Love and Affection, with Joy and Laughter
To Grungy: (Green Day's "time of your life")
It's something unpredictable, but in the end, it's right...I hope you had the time of your life".

To my dearest Gunner (mommas man) you meant the world to me! You were always there to comfort me when I was down! My heart aches terribly for you everyday! I am so sorry that I had to put you down, but you were not yourself any longer. I wish you could have lived forever, but I feel extremely blessed with the 12 years I did get to spend with you! Please know that I will see you again and I WILL NEVER EVER FORGET YOU! Until that day comes when we are together again, just know I miss you terribly, and will love you forever!

Mom

Gus, February 12, 2000 - October 10, 2012

Gus, Feb. 24, 1998 to Mar. 2, 2012 and Bilbo Baggins, maybe 1995 to Mar. 3, 2011

Gus, a feisty runt pug, and Bo, an elegant miniature schnauzer, joined our family within weeks of each other the summer of 1999. They were instant rivals who never resolved who was alpha. Most of their lives with us and each other was spent vying for being the best. They outwalked each other, they outplayed each other, and they definitely outgrowled each other. They beat up only on each other and were always kind to the other dogs and devoted to their humans. We picture them as stalwart companions at the Bridge. We miss our sweet boys. jude preissle and mark toomey

Dear Gus, We love and miss you so much! You were such a bundle of joy. We loved cuddling and petting you. We remember your grey fluffy fur and bright green eyes. Your puppy brother, Wiggles misses you most. You two grew up together. We loved to watch you play and chase each other and then cuddle up together to sleep. We are thinking of you now being in heaven, playing with the other kitties and puppies. Making a joyful noise and singing praises to your creator. We love you forever, Mommy and Daddy.

Simply, you were loved deeply and will be missed tremendously.

Oh my sweet Gypsy, my precious baby girl 
How I will miss you always greeting me at the door, wanting me to hold you in my arms, and sleeping cuddled next to me in bed. I will miss seeing you sitting pretty, like a little lady with your paw tucked up against your chest. You brought me so much joy during the last 18 years 
Rest in peace my sweet baby. I hope you found your brother Sneakers over the bridge and are together again. I love you so much and will miss you forever 
Love 
Mommy