Gizmo

Gizmo, Gizmaroon, Giz, Gizzie, Gizmo the Gizmapolitan Kitty... these were all the names of this beautiful little girl that came into our lives 10 years ago a couple of weeks before Thanksgiving.

I went to pick up my 12 year old son from band practice and found him sitting outside of his middle school playing with something. I couldn't tell what it was, but when he saw me he started to walk towards our car and I could see this cute kitten following him. He wanted to keep her, but we really didn't need another pet. I told him to get in the car, but he curled up his bottom lip and stared to cry saying "It's cold out here and she'll freeze. There's no food for her, she'll starve". So I told him we could take her home, but we had to find a place for her.

To my son's credit, he called all of his friends, but no one wanted a kitten. I called all of the no-kill animal shelters, but being so close to the holidays, no one would take her. We drove around the school looking for signs saying someone was missing a kitten. None were to be found.

I was talking to my girlfriend (now she's my wife) and told her about the kitten. I described the kitten to her and my girlfriend said it sounded like she looked like the character Gizmo from the movies "Gremlins". I hadn't seen the movie, but it sounded like a good name, so that's what we named her.

After a couple of weeks of looking for a home for Gizmo, we had become so attached to her that we just kept her. She was a small bundle of joy. She slept with my son and followed him around the house whenever he was there. He was definitely her person.

When she was about 2 years old she started coughing. I took her to the vet and he said that she had asthma. He put her on prednisone. She got better, but would have occasional bouts of it.

My son graduated from high school and left for the Army. Gizzie missed him and would sit outside of his bedroom door, meowing to get in. Her care became my responsibility.

That's when we got really close. When we moved to Arlington a few months later her asthma got worse. The attacks became more frequent and more severe. One night she was so bad that I was up all night with her. Although my son never lived in our current house, his furniture and clothes were in his new room and Giz could smell him. Whenever she had an asthma attack, I would put her in there and she would calm down.

This fall her attacks became worse and worse. She needed more and more prednisone and albuterol. We got to the point where we would rush home after work to check on her. We never stopped off anywhere on the way home. If we were going to go out to dinner, we went home to check on Gizmaroon first. We didn't stay out late and a couple of times changed our plans because she was having trouble breathing.

My son and his wife came down to Texas for a visit on Halloween. Gizzie was so happy to see him. I'm glad he came down and saw her because on November 5th she woke me up early coughing. I did everything I could for her, but she didn't recover this time. Our beloved little Gizmo crossed over the rainbow bridge at 5:45 am.

I still can't believe she's gone. She had always recovered before, but not this time. I'm heartbroken. I missed her terribly. I stillwant to rush home to check on her, when I wake up in the middle of the night I get out of bed and go look for her to check her breathing. Some nights I've woken up thinking I could hear her coughing.

Although she was my son's cat, because I had to take care of her, I grew to love her so much. I miss her so much. I have just now gotten to the point where I could write this dedication to Gizzie.

My beloved little Gizmo, I miss you so much, but I know you are over the Rainbow Bridge and can now do all of the things you could in your life because of your asthma. Have fun my little friend and know that I will always have a place in my heart for you.

Someday soon, I will do a picture filled dedication of you, my sweet little friend. One that is befitting of the love and joy you gave to us all.

It's Hot!

Our air conditioner has not been working well all summer. We could only cool the house down to about 78 degrees. Then last Thursday, the unspeakable happened... the a/c stopped working all together. Do you have any idea of what it's like in Texas in August with no a/c? I can't write the word to describe it. On thing is for sure if I were in prison this would be considered cruel and unusual punishment! It's at least 88 degrees in the house during the day and at night when the temperature outside gets down into the low 70s, it gets all the way down to 87 degrees in the house... yippee!

I haven't slept in 6 nights. I'm so exhausted and hot and crabby! The a/c repairmen showed up at the house at 9:30 this morning. It's now 1:32pm. He tells me he's "just about there", but it's hot, REALLY hot in here. It's already up to 89 degrees. If he doesn't finish soon, I may become violent. This better work, we better have a/c tonight, or I cannot be held responsible for my actions. It's not my fault, it's temporary insanity, the heat melted my brain! It can't take it anymore!!!


It's 4:45... wait, what's that I feel? Oh my gosh, it's cold air coming out of the vents! I'm so happy. Let me check the thermostat, hold on a sec....... wow it's 87 degrees in here, the temperature has already gone down one degree. Yippee! I'm gonna get some sleep tonight!!!

Aggie

We recently lost our beloved dog Aggie. If there was ever a screwball, she was it! I've never met a stranger dog, but she sure was lovable. I miss her so much. She drove me absolutely insane, but I would give anything to have her back.

She came into our lives in a peculiar way. The guy next door to my girlfriend's house (now she's my wife) bought a dog for his 2 little girls for Christmas. Unfortunately the girls wanted nothing to do with her and she was left alone in the backyard, rain or shine, hot or cold. Sometimes he would forget to feed her or give her water. The following Christmas he moved and left the dog in the backyard. After a few days, she chewed through the fence and came into my girlfriend's yard. Nina left a note on the neighbor's door letting him know where his dog was. I was at Nina's house one afternoon with my two children when the neighbor showed up. He said if Nina wanted the dog she could keep it, otherwise he was taking it to the pound. When my kids heard that they started crying and begging me to keep the dog. I didn't really want her, but relented. It was the beginning of a crazy, silly relationship between man and dog.

Aggie didn't have a mean bone in her body and loved everyone. She brought us love, kindness and loyalty.

Aggie, I miss you and wish you were here. Rest in peace my beloved friend. I will always love you!

Panda

When my wife and I began dating, one of the first things I learned about her was that she loved all things Panda. So, I began giving her stuffed pandas, a panda ring, etc. One day I was at the mall and for some reason that is long forgotten, I went into the pet store. There I found a cute little black and white kitten. I called my girlfriend and told her to meet me at the mall and get there as fast as she could. Although she thought I had lost my mind, she did as I asked. I took her to see the kitten (that I had already named Panda Kat). It was love at first sight. So, we left the mall that day with Panda in tow and had a beautiful, loving relationship for 16 glorious years.

Panda was a very shy cat and whenever someone came into my girlfriend's (now my fiance's) house that she didn't know, she would hide. Right before we were to be married, by fiance had to have surgery. It was serious stuff and she would be off her feet for weeks, so we packed up all the pets and along with my fiance, went to my house, so I could care for her and the pets. I worried about Panda because she was so shy and didn't know how she would react to her new surroundings, my pets and my children. As it turned out, I worried for nothing. The move gave her courage, she started staying out when stranger came into the house. She became friendly with my children and tolerated my pets. Yup, that's Panda... she would adjust to new situations and never gives a moment of trouble.

About 3 years ago Panda started getting sick. First it was hypothyrodism, that we treated with medicine. Then she went into kidney failure. The vet said she had only a few months left, but Panda fought the disease. We lost our beloved Panda in April (2 years later) to the kidney disease.... her little body was just too tired to continue to fight the toxins her kidneys wouldn't filter.

I miss Panda as much as my wife does. Although all of our pets are special to us, Panda holds an even higher position in the "special" department, in that she was our first "together" pet.

Panda, I know you are no longer in pain and that gives me comfort. Rest in peace little girl and know that no matter how many years go by, you will always be loved and missed.

Well, it's Spring Break, at last! I wish I could say that I am going to relax, but I'm not. I have a nice long list of things that are in need of repair that I have neglected. My lovely wife has been patient with me, but I had better not push my luck! I had planned on painting the exterior of the house this week, but it's been raining, so that's not going to happen. I have enough other stuff to keep my busy though, so there is not danger of boredom setting in. I think that tomorrow I will fix the doors on one of the bathroom cabinets and the doors on the vegetable bin. That's as far as I have planned my week, whew, am I tired! I can't wait until Spring Break is over, so I can get some rest!!!

School Days

I am a substitute teacher at the school my wife teaches first grade. Actually, to be accurate, I am tutoring 3rd thru 6th graders in math. This school is in the "hood" and the students just don't care about anything. They are rude, disrespectful and completely unmotivated to learn. The last couple of days, one of the sixth grade teachers has been ill and the school has called for a sub.

On Thursday the sub lost control of the class (which believe me is not a hard thing to do with these kids) and the principal asked me to go in and help out. On Friday, there was another sub, and they didn't even give him the chance to lose control, I was asked to take him to the classroom and stay with him. These kids are unbelievable... you give them work to do and they stare out you. I couldn't get one kid to work, everytime I looked at him he was looking at me. Finally I asked him why he was staring at me and he said "Iuhno" (I think that means I don't know). He looked down at his paper, so I focused my attention on another student. I looked back at the first kid and he was staring at me again! So finally I said, you know I'd like to think you're staring at me because I'm so good looking that you can't keep your eyes off of me, but somehow I don't think that's it. That produced a lot of groans for the kids and a teacher who had just walked in was trying desperately to stifle a laugh. The kid finally looked down at his paper and did his work.

Friday was pretty much like Thursday. We had an assembly on "bullying" which took up about an hour and a half. I got a break.

Neither sub has any intention of coming back to this school. Who can blame them? May next week I can get back to tutoring and try to help some kids pass.

I just don't understand these kids. They live in a poor neighborhood and we are trying to provide them with and opportunity to learn, get a decent education, and someday move away from that neighborhood into one where gunshots are the background noise. They either don't see and understand the opportunity being presented to them, or they just don't care. I think it's the latter. It makes me very sad to see this, but what else can we do? The teachers all try their hardest, but the kids don't. No one can make them understand that they are just dooming themselves to repeat the cycle and stay in the environment I believe they really want to get out of. Maybe they are just afraid to try... but how do we, as their teachers, give them the courage to try? I'm open to suggestions on this, if anyone has one.

Well, I'll keep trying to get through to them and hopefully I will touch some of them who want a better life. I just hope those who succeed come back and tell me. It would be nice to know if succeeded or have just been wasting my time. No matter what, I'll keep doing what I'm doing. I sleep better at night that way.

Beloved Trixie

Shortly before midnight, our beloved little chihuahua, Trixie, crossed over the Rainbow Bridge. She was a wonderful, lovable dog. She was quiet and never gave us any problems. All she ever gave was love. She had been having some health issues, but seemed to have overcome them. We thought we had a couple more years with her and her new found health.

We don't really know how old she was, she was about 9 years old when she came into our lives, and we had her for about 8 or 9 years. In all of the years we had her, I don't remember her getting into anything she wasn't supposed to, or barking/yapping, as chihuahuas have a reputation of doing. She just sat there quietly next to whomever was on the couch. Trixie made no demands on our time, when we had time for her, she was pleased, when we didn't, she sat there quietly.

Trixie had been a very abused and "broken" dog. We don't know what her previous owner had done to her, but it must have be horrific. Trixie never really recovered from the abuse. When I would reach down to pick her up or pet her, she would cower, fearful that she was going to be hit. She walked with her tail between her legs. It angers me to think of the things someone had done to that precious little dog. We gave her a loving home and I pray that her years with us made up for her earlier years. I hope she knew how much we loved her and wanted her.
I find myself fighting back tears of grief, and my heart is heavy with sorrow, but I have so many good memories to look back on with Trixie, that I will comfort in those memories and know she will always be with me. Trixie came quietly and unexpectedly into our lives, and she left us just as quietly and unexpectedly.

Rest in peace my little one. You are over the Rainbow Bridge now and you are healed. You can see and hear and you have all of your teeth. No one is going to hurt you there. Be free little one, run and play, enjoy yourself. We will always love you, my precious and beloved Trixie.

The Holidays are over...

Well, the holidays are over now. We had a wonderful time. My son, who is in the army, and his wife came home for Christmas. We were fortunate enough to have them at our house of Christmas dinner and New Year Day dinner. It was a nice family affair with my wife, daughter, son and daughter-in-law there.

My son and daughter-in-law are leaving for their home on Saturday and yesterday was the last time we'll see them until next Christmas. I must say, I'm kind of depressed today. I'll find something to do to keep my mind off of the fact that they're leaving.

The good news is that in about a year and a half he'll be stationed about 4 hours from us, so we'll get to see him more often.