Saying Goodbye To My Very Best Friend
I am going to try and get through this without bawling, but I’m not sure I can do it.
Last Wednesday, I had to say goodbye to my very best friend. My sweet dog “Diva Gypsy” died. My life, my world, and my heart just stopped. I had to make the decision to let her go, and it was beyond difficult.
In 2004, I got Gypsy as a puppy. She was the runt of her litter, and only weighed pounds. She fit into the palm of my hand. I stayed awake all night that first night, just making sure she was ok. She was just so tiny! My step-son picked her out. Gypsy was the only puppy in the litter that wasn’t barking and acting crazy when we went to look at the group of dogs. She was sound asleep in the corner. She didn’t stay quiet long. She fit into the palm of my hand. I stayed awake all night that first night, just making sure she was ok. She was just so tiny!
Not too long after we got Gypsy, I found out that I couldn’t have kids. I was diagnosed with Graves Disease, and the doctor said he didn’t think I’d be able to conceive. Gypsy truly became my baby! All my attention and love went to her.
Gypsy did not have a small personality! She was full Jack Russell, and had no clue she was tiny! My mom always said that Gypsy’s personality was just like mine. Gypsy was a tough little dog, and was completely spoiled. As a pup, she ran up to a Sheepdog, and bit it right in the behind. She truly had no idea she was little. Gypsy and I went through more than most couples do! That little dog was truly my “ride or die”.
In 2016, the vet told me that Gypsy was suffering from kidney failure. She said she wasn’t sure how long Gypsy would live. The vet said it could be a week, or a month. Gypsy just passed LAST week, so I was so very lucky that I had two extra years with her! She was a tough little dog, and truth told, I think she lived as long as she did because she just KNEW she was my everything.
My boy dog Maxwell passed in December, and Gypsy only lived three months, and three days after he died. The pain of losing both my best friends so close is unreal. I’m lost! For the past two years, I would rush home to take care of Gypsy….make sure she wasn’t in her crate too long and get her outside. Now, I go home and I’m clueless. I have no babies to take care of after 15 years, and it’s just sad and odd.
I know that now Max and Gypsy are together again, so that helps my heart. I’m just sad, and I think I’ll be that way for a while. Gypsy was my life. She was my ray of sunshine every day. Her crazy antics always kept me laughing. I’ve never had a dog with so much personality. She will live forever in my heart. I miss her terribly.
