I'm sorry. I couldn't help it. I had to write this. It's so therapeutic. Gypsy was absolutely the most amazing dog I've ever known. I miss her terribly. This is a bit long, but she's well worth it. Mommy misses you sweet angel. Be safe up there at the Rainbow Bridge, and please give Luna some kisses for me. I love you both so much. Mommy
MY NAME IS GYPSY
Hi! My name is Gypsy. I have other names too, such as The Flippin Gypsy Girl, Flipster, Tank, and Flipsy, but Gypsy Girl is my favorite. I’m a black Labrador Retriever. I was born in Arizona on Mother’s Day – May 8, 1994, and I died in Las Vegas Nevada on September 17, 2007. I was 13 years old. I live at the Rainbow Bridge now, with Luna and other friends - Mountain, Tigger Toos, and mom and dad’s other fur babies. I have so many friends here – I make new friends every day. It’s so beautiful here! Lush, green meadows with pretty yellow flowers everywhere, butterflies, sunny blue sky, waterfalls, rainbows, you name it. We’re all patiently waiting for mom and dad to cross over the bridge so we can be united again forever.
My life was a very interesting one. My first mom and dad lived in Arizona with two kids Candace and Landon. They paid $800 for me from a breeder. When I was a puppy, I almost died of Parvo, and they paid over $800 saving my life. Good thing! My life in Arizona wasn’t the best. I was an outdoor dog. I didn’t know what it was like living in that big house, though I really longed to. I wanted to be with the rest of my family – not out in the yard all the time. They were my “pack”, but I guess they didn’t see it that way. I think I was there for protection mostly. Landon and Candace would play with my brother Mountain and I sometimes, which we really loved and longed for. Mountain and I were “free-fed”, but I got most of the food, which is how I got so fat. Mountain always remained trim. Oh, and we hated lightning storms – they terrified us! I wish my mom and dad would bring us inside when those storms came, but they never did. We would just huddle together and make the best of it.
When I was just 3 years old, my Arizona parents got a divorce and needed to find a home for Mountain and I. Mountain was my brother from a different litter, and he was my best friend – my only friend. Mountain was a Redish Brown Labrador Retriever, much taller than I. We were the same age. I have a more stocky body – I’m what they call an English Bench Lab. That’s how I got my nickname “Tank.” Anyway, one day Perry (a friend of my Arizona parents, and very good friend of my real mom and dad) drove here in my new mom and dad’s truck and picked up Mountain and I. I had no idea what was happening or where we were going and we were really scared, but Perry had a very special way with us dogs and we just knew that we were going someplace special. He told us that Mountain was going to live with him and his other dog Tigger Toos, and I was going to live elsewhere. He told me all about my new mom and dad and how they already loved me, even though they hadn’t even met me yet. I was so excited to meet them! About an hour or so after we got to Perry’s house, my real parents showed up. I knew it was them because they were smiling and had tears in their eyes – happy tears. I was so excited – I ran and pounced all over the place, and then ran up to them with a big smile on my face. I loved them immediately. I knew my life would never be the same from that day forward. I said goodbye to Mountain, which made me sad, but my parents told me I’d see him often, and I did. I also got a good look at Tiger Toos – boy, he was one handsome dog!!! He was my boyfriend.
When mom and dad took me home, they immediately gave me a bath. I was hardly ever bathed in Arizona, and boy did that bath feel good! I felt great afterwards! I did my famous butt-tuck run all over the yard. We lived in a nice house in San Gabriel CA. The yard was small, mostly cement, but there were some dirt patches for me to do my business on and lay in the shade on warm days. My new parents didn’t bring me in the house at first and I was so sad about that, but when they got back from their honeymoon a couple of weeks later, everything changed.
Mom and dad got married on 9/13/1997. They were gone for 2 weeks and dad’s sister Catherine took care of me during that time, making sure I had fresh water and food. A few days after mom and dad got back from their honeymoon, we had a really bad rain storm, and I couldn’t find any place to get shelter. The next thing I knew, they were calling to me to come inside! I was so happy I didn’t know what to do. I ran all over the house, and then I saw this big comfy looking chair, and I jumped in it and sat down. I was in Heaven! Dad wasn’t too happy about me jumping on HIS chair, so I got down. I didn’t want to upset my new parents and be ushered outside again, so I lied down on a sheet they put on the floor for me in the living room. I didn’t care – I was just the happiest dog in the world now that I was with the rest of my pack. I wanted time to stop at that moment. I never thought I could be so happy. I think we all became best friends that night. The next morning they let me outside again and left for awhile. When they came back, they gave me this funny looking igloo dog house for when I was outside, to shelter me from the hot and cold. I liked the house, but I got sad again, thinking they weren’t going to let me come inside ever again. I was wrong. They opened the door for me and inside the family room was a dog bed! A big fluffy plaid dog bed – I absolutely LOVED it. Then they took me into their bedroom, and there was another dog bed in there too! They wanted me to be with them always. They bought a doggie door too, and installed it in the family room so I could come and go as I pleased. On that day, I knew I’d be with them forever. I knew they loved me and wanted the best for me. They took me to the vet and I had a full check up. I was a very fat girl. I was put on a special diet, which I really didn’t like at all, but after a little while I started losing weight and feeling better. Soon they changed my food again (I guess it was some kind of low fat food) and I really liked it! They also introduced me to carrots. Those are the yummiest things on the planet, let me tell you. I could have eaten those all day!! They gave me 3 mini carrots every evening after that.
We moved to Duarte CA in March 1999. That house was very small, but the yard was amazing! Lots and lots of grass to run in, a huge lemon tree in the middle of the yard, and pretty flowers everywhere. I loved that yard. The mountains were only about a mile away, and we had a really nice view of them from our back yard. They had crazy bugs there too – these funny looking brown things called June Bugs. And grasshoppers, and crickets and tons of lizards. Oh and these huge black furry beetle things with a colorful iridescent bellies – those things were very scary, loud had serious anger issues. They made a horrible buzzing sound. Mom and dad called them “buzzard”, because they would dive-bomb you. Although they were very annoying, hey didn’t really bother me at all. They really freaked out mom and dad though. I thought it was funny how dad would be mowing the lawn one minute, then running inside the next to get away from buzzard, which was in hot pursuit. Silly dad. We had a lot of barbeques at that house and many get-togethers with friends. We also had a big garden with lots of vegetables. Those tomatoes sure looked yummy, but my parents never gave me any. In fact, they never gave me table food – only dog food and carrots. I guess some human food can make dogs sick and they didn’t want to take any chances.
Years went by, and life with my parents was just bliss. I was so loved every day. I got hugs and kisses every day, and I had tons of fun toys. Some times they’d take me to the dog beach at Huntington Beach CA. That was like Disneyland for dogs. I loved it there so much! I could play with all kinds of other dogs, and even though I was off leash, I never went far from my parents. They’d sit on chairs under an umbrella and watch me have fun. It was bliss. We went camping sometimes too. When I was 7 years old, they took me on a 2 week excursion through California, Arizona, Colorado, Utah and Nevada. I will never forget that trip. We had so much fun! We went to the Grand Canyon one day, and it snowed! I got some snowflakes stuck in my fur, which made mom and dad laugh. I like the taste of snow.
In August of that same year (2002) I had to have surgery to remove a cancerous tumor on my groin. I remember mom and dad were so scared and cried a lot during that time, but the doctors did a really good job and removed all the cancer. I recovered very quickly. That was the only bad thing that ever happened to us during our 10-year relationship.
On Thanksgiving day in 2002, they brought home Luna. Luna was a yellow lab. I was NOT happy when I first met her. I did not want to share my parents with anyone else. But she was SO DARN CUTE!!! She wanted to snuggle me all the time. She tried to nurse once and I had to give her a gentle nip – she was wasting her time on that! I guess I looked a lot like her fur mommy Maggie. Anyway, she weaved her way into my heart pretty quickly, and before I knew it, we were very good buddies. When she got bigger, playing with her was the highlight of my day. We played the “bark and run” game. All I had to do was stand in the yard and let out a big BARK, and Luna would take off running like crazy. I wish I had her energy, but I loved making her happy so it was ok. I tried to catch her some times, but never really could. I think I did catch her once because she slipped, and boy did I tackle her! She made sure I couldn’t catch her again after that. Luna was a funny girl. She made mom and dad laugh all the time. Sometimes I’d get a little jealous of Luna because she was always making people laugh, but mom and dad made sure I knew I was loved just as much as Luna. I was the love bug of the family. The queen. I always had so much love from everyone. Mom used to call me her angel. I really loved that name.
When I turned 10, mom and dad threw me a huge birthday party. It was so much fun. I wore a pretty blue ribbon on my collar. There were balloons everywhere (Luna was always trying to eat the balloons – silly girl), lots of friends came and gave me hugs and belly rubs. I got my own cake with my name on it, which I reluctantly shared with Luna (only because mom and dad asked me to). My Aunt Mary and Uncle Rick even gave me some carrots, which along with a squeaky duck, was my favorite present. Luna adopted the duck within an hour anyway, which was ok with me – I shared everything I had with Luna. That was a very special day for me.
Jacob, my little human brother, was born on May 4, 2005. Luna was 2 ½ and I was turning 11. In fact, my parents brought Jacob home from the hospital on my 11th birthday – May 8th 2005. I was so excited to meet the newest member of the pack. Luna pouted for a few days, but eventually she got over it. I just loved Jacob. I slept right next to his bassinette for the first few months he was in mom and dad’s room, and when they moved him to his own room I slept in there a lot too. I wanted to be sure he was always safe, and would always alert mom and dad when he cried. He was the cutest thing in the world, and I could tell he loved me a whole lot. As he got bigger, he loved to crawl on me and chew on my ears. That was ok until he got teeth. Ouch! Thank goodness he didn’t do that for too long. Luna never let Jacob crawl on her – she loved her “private space.” She loved Jacob too, but kept him at arms reach. That’s ok – I loved playing with him. He was my little buddy.
We moved to Las Vegas in November 2006. Luna was really sick all the time and nobody really knew why. God came to take her in January 2007 – she had cancer. She was only 4. Her death tore my parents hearts to pieces. I was really worried about them for a while – they cried all the time. I did everything I could to comfort them. Luna visited me often and would tell me to give them kisses for her. She told me about the Rainbow Bridge and how beautiful it was. She also told me she would see me there soon. I wasn’t quite ready yet – I had to make sure mom and dad were okay first. I stayed very close to them during that summer. I could tell they really appreciated it. Our new house had a pool with a “wet deck”, and dad would help me swim around – I loved that. Jacob would help put water on my back to cool me off. God I love that kid.
When God came to take me in September 2007, mom and dad were with me. They knew it was my time and although they cried, I felt safe and secure and I knew Luna was waiting for me. So was Mountain, who died when he was only 6 of cancer. Tiger toos died at the age of 15. He was there too. I became a true angel that day. I watch over mom and dad every day. I hope they know I’m always there, I never left them. I look forward to the day when we’re re-united forever, but until then, I’ll do my best to keep them safe. I look forward to watching my buddy Jacob grow up. I love you mom and dad. Thank you for 10 years of love, companionship, and sheer bliss. I’ll see you some day at the bridge. Love, your forever Gypsy Girl.
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