It is very sad when you lose a pet…a pet that has been with the family for 12 years…yes, it is sad when your home becomes a little empty because one of God’s little creatures has moved on..and even though you never thought you could miss this pet you suddenly realize that this pet took a piece of your heart when he left this world…I realized this last Sunday evening when my beagle, Gizmo, decided that his time had come and left our family.
Gizmo came into our home when he was only 8 weeks old. I remember watching this little beagle dog, in the pet shop cage, just being abused by his sister, she would nip on his ear, nip, nip, nip and all he did was take it. My need to protect this little creature was aroused. I knew I needed to take him away from his abusive dogie family. So I did. I brought Gizmo to my den.
Gizmo ended up to be the type of dog that would always get himself into trouble. How did he get into trouble? Well, Gizmo became a opener. Yes, an opener, like open the refrigerator door, always when no one was looking, and he would eat anything that he could get his big mouth on. One time I had some left over lasagna, I could not wait to eat it for dinner…came home from work and the fridge door was open, and there was the tray of lasagna, totally cleaned out.I never had baby locks for my children, I did have one for my fridge.. to keep the dog out. Gizmo even opened our deck door from the outside. Yes, he did…I would get upset because the dog did not learn how to close it when he entered the house…Gizmo was a smart beagle.
My family members were always yelling, get Gizmo out of my room, Gizmo ate my sandwich, Gizmo opened my bag and tore up my money, or ate my gum…he was always into some kind of mayhem. As he got older we were able to control his antics.
Oh, Gizmo was also an escape artist. If the backyard gate was just slightly ajar he would open it and run. He was a runner…as it was explained to me by a follow dog lover.
The funny thing is Gizmo always managed to find someone to bring him back home…one time as we were searching the neighborhood a man just pulled up along side my dad and asked…”Did you lose a dog?” And there was Gizmo in the back seat…How did this man, who said he found the dog blocks away, managed to find the house, is still a puzzle…one time the pound picked him up…and I was off to the pound to bail him out…problem was he had no license and of course I had to get him one.
Yes, Gizmo was a big pain in the kazoo…but we all loved him. When Gizmo left us he did it with a quiet touch. Just slowly went away to the place all animals go to…I truly believe that animals have no souls, but that does not mean that animals have no place to go.
I believe that all the animals that have brought love into the home, live on in another plane and one day we get to meet them again…I can see them coming to greet us, just like they did when they were with us. Can I attest to this, NO!… Gizmo, until then.