Waiting at the Rainbow Bridge

This is Gabby.... she was a precious, loving dog. I found Gabby on a cold & windy late October day (in 1990) in a small town in NE Texas. I was a division manager for a well known auto parts chain and I was visiting with one of the store managers that day.

When I arrived at the store and got out of my car I heard a horrible sound. It was something like a yelp but more like a dog screaming. I looked across the street and saw a group of young teen aged boys in a circle and they were kicking something.... that something turned out to be a medium sized mixed breed dog! :M I was outraged as you can imagine. To make a long story short a few of the boys actually stuck around when I ran over screaming at the top of my lungs at them. The police came and took care of finding out who the other boys were but most of all I took care of the dog. I put the dog in the back of the parts store, I cut my visit short with the store manager, and then loaded her up in my company car to take to my vet. She got sick about five times on the two hour drive to the vet (ick) but she talked the entire way... I began calling her Gabby.

Once at the vet's office, come to find out she had a broken leg, several cracked and fractured ribs and likely was bruised and battered more than any x-ray could ever tell us. :( My heart ached for this dog! We patched her up, put a splint on her leg and I headed home with her.

I decided to keep her "until she healed and then find her a good home". A few weeks later I ran an ad in the newspaper about a "found dog that needed a good home". The first call I got I looked over at her and replied "Thanks for calling, she found a good home".

The vet estimated her age to be between one and two when I found her. She was also expecting pups and on December 20, 1990 she gave birth to five cute little (who knows what kind of mix) puppies. Only four were alive, I still have her son (Samson) with me today...

Gabby lived a long life, slowly she began to trust and transform into a great dog. She became a very loyal, fun loving, yet protective pet that would play with a tennis ball until she collapsed. We lived a full life together until early in 2005 when this picture was taken...as you can see by her stance and the grey on her muzzle, age was stealing her away from me.

Gabby went to the Rainbow Bridge on May 16, 2005. After all the time we spent together I was heartbroken.

Thank you for sharing so many wonderful years with me....rest well sweet Gabby until we meet again.