Doodie
April 22, 1992 - September 27, 2006, Mummy, Daddy, Michelle and Melissa
We named you ‘Gussietta the Snob’ on the drive to pick you up. It was the summer of 1992. Then we lovingly changed it into silly nicknames over the years, that, when spoken, will always warm our hearts. You were our ‘Gussie”, our “Doodie”, our “Goose”, and even our “Fattie”. I remember taking you home on a blanket in the car, and then how much you loved car rides, seeing the “DOGGIES!” as we passed by, and how you would bark our ears off whilst going through the car wash! I remember how much you loved your “chewies”, your “bone-bones”, “chockies”, “bickies” and your fruits and veggies. You were so smart. I could talk to you in sentences, you knew your tricks like the back of your paw, and you knew your soft, red lobster (“Lobbie!!”) from every other toy in the box. I will never forget you trying to hide behind the door when we mentioned ‘bath time’, and how you loved to take a sip of the water as soon as we placed you in the tub. All of the clients at the office will miss you greeting them at the door and giving you massages in the waiting room! I loved cuddling with you on cold winter nights, seeing you curl up and then putting your blanket over you to tuck you in. Then having you stretch your paws out in the middle of the night and take up half the bed! Each time I see winter snow, I think of you bounding around, barking, and then digging for that elusive snowball I threw just a moment ago! You would end up with so much snow clumped on your belly and legs, and we would lovingly dry you off and warm you up with the hair dryer! Although you were a true lady, your beard and your bushy eyebrows were irreplaceable. Sometimes we would trim it too short and call you “snouty”, then we would trim your eyebrows and fawn over just how cute you were. One of my favourite memories is watching you vigorously rub your beard on the carpet or the side of the chairs after a good meal or a nice bath! Not to mention how cute it was to have you look at us with bleary eyes and how your beard would fly in all directions after waking up from a long nap. We loved making you your necklaces and dressing you up with those diamond encrusted collars! At 14, you still looked like a puppy, and without a single health problem, we hope you loved the life you lived, as much as we loved taking care of you. When you didn’t want to eat anymore, we knew we should let you go before you were in any pain. I think of you almost everyday. I miss you so much but I believe you are in a wonderful place, sitting somewhere in a sunny spot, trotting along whilst barking at anything you want. I can’t wait to see you again and rub your little lady “sideburns”…my dear Goose.