My GoGo

by PM
(USA)

Gogo was a very special girl, from the moment I met her at 1 1/2 months old I knew we were destined to be together. I sat in the middle of the room and watched all the young pups trot around, (I had the pick of the litter, waiting for one to catch my eye). Out of the blue I made eye contact with my girl and she strolled up to me, climbed into my lap and fell asleep. She didnt leave till I had to get up. The second she did that I felt an overwhelming connection and love to her. My dog was the runt of the litter, not usually what you would pick if you waited years for a dog and got pick of the litter, but I thank God that I did. Never in my life have I felt such a love that I did from Gogo. The amount of stories are endless, but I figure I'll share one that I finally could laugh at again as I was telling my mom.

When she was 1 1/2 years old we brought home another standard, Ruby, who is white unlike the dark as night gogie. They ended up forming a great relationship, but the beginning was rough. She would harass Ruby constantly, and one night went out of control. We put them in a room together to sleep for the night thinking Gogo would help Ruby get used to her new surroundings. We were wrong. The only noises heard were smashing, banging, barking, and the sound dogs make when it seems they're trying to speak but some low tone is all that comes out. When I opened the door Gogo came flying out and jumped on the couch. Idk what was up but it makes me laugh again when I think of it.

Gogo died at 4 years old, less than a week away from her 5th birthday. The biopsy at the end showed she had eaten gum which has xylitol in it, TOXIC to dogs. When she passed I was in shock for a few days. Less than 24 hrs. after she died I had to play in a semi championship football game. I knew she was with me in that and always is, i dont know how to explain it but i can just feel her. On rare occasions I hear my girl bark, last night I heard it outside and I swear its not just me thinking up things in my head. I went from crying evey night to now once in a while, but I think about her for most of the day, every day. My dog had to go back home for some reason greater than what my own understanding can hold. It still is hard to come to terms with that, but slowly I am. God gave me an angel, and things that great never last long. Gogo showed me true, unconditional love, I wouldnt trade that golden gift for anything.