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Gin Fizz (1991-2001)
Of course it was not some a
Skye terrier, you understand when you
see the photo, but it was very important in our life., and we can’t
forget that and when I speak of "him", it’s still very difficult. But it was
important for me to write this homage, because "he" was our dog and "he"
was a member of our big family.
Gin Fizz was my Son’s dog. He disappear in horrible conditions.
Killed by a erring dog, the same who came back two years after to try to do
another victim. A wild dog, with a cold heart, and a horrible will to kill.
Gin Fizz died not immediately after the fight. One day I heard my Gary so
angry on the over side of the house. It was not normal, Gary was a quiet dog
and never he has been nervous, angry after somebody. Something wrong and
grave was happening. When I arrived, Gin fizz was on the ground, he was full
of blood and he suffered a lot. I took him in my arms and I jumped to the
vet. I think that never in my life I drove so fast, so dangerously. He has
been operate, a very delicate operation. Everything was broken. He survived
three little months. Only three little months after he died in silence.
Three months of intensive cares, of hours of attentions, of hours of love. I
used to take him in my arms to speak with him, to say him how I loved him…
He was looking at me with his big eyes and he was quiet, happy… Thank you my
dog for these little months, they let me time to say me everything I wanted
to say him, all my love, all our love… I think he died in peace… He was my
son’s dog, he grew up with him…
Gin Fizz "dad" for everybody who knew him, was a lovely little dog,
quiet, courageous, a peace dog… and three years after his place staid empty…
We miss him terribly, but Jordann decided we will have another dandy only if
we can find one of his descending. He has been be a pleasure during these
ten years, and never, I know that, I’ll have a so marvelous dog as him…
Then you see now why even if this dog was not a Skye terrier, it
was so important to explain who "he" was… "he" was a part of our life and
we miss "him"…


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