Gemma, my life, my soal mate, my protector. 25/03/97 - 04/12/07I apologise if this goes on too long or says things that people wont like. I will probably type it and never read it again, as I want to tell you about Gemma and what she really means to me.
And apologise as this will only be written once but will be posted in 3 places.
Gemma was born on 25th March 1997 at a 'rescue centre' Which knowing what I know now I wouldn't touch with a 200' barge pole.
I got her at 7 weeks old when I was still married to my ex husband.
Things weren't great, and she was shut away a lot of the time in the kitchen so her training was not great. My husband used to beat her when she did something wrong as well. To the end she like women but was very dubious of men until she got to know them. He made all of our lives a misery.
But she was walked and fed etc and I did love her.
When I split with my husband he was diagnosed a paranoid schitzophrenic about 6 months later.
I lived in fear of mine and my childrens lives, and without Gemma I would have been a jibbering wreck, But I knew she would protect me. For that I will always be eternally grateful, as for the past 8 years she has been my protector, if she was beside me I KNEW I would be ok. Even tho she knew my ex husband, I knew she would die for me, as proven when a game a boyfriend was having was getting a bit rough and she growled at him to stop. She was so protective of me and my 2 boys.
. As she was so boisterous she did only come in when the kids were asleep or out (I know, this was not good, but have learnt ALOT since) But she was never cold, never hungry and spent a lot of time with me in the evenings as my children only went to bed at 7. Although, now I reget the way she spent the first 4-5 years of her life as I was too young and didn't know enough about how to bring up a dog.
Then it all changed when I moved to a house with a garden. I don't know what changed, me growing up, her knowing this house was the start of a new life due to me being more comfortable, Knowing that nooone from my old life knew where I was. I don't know but about 5 years ago everything changed. She calmed right down and started spending all the time in the house. Even to the point of sleeping in my bedroom. At that point, she never left :o Don't get me wrong, for the first 5 years I loved her deeply, I just didn't treat her as I would have now after learning so much over the past 5 years, and my boys growing up.
It seemed to click with her, 5 years ago she went from being a nightmare dog, with no training due to me not knowing and my husband beating her up, to being a model dog.
I don't know what happened, but I think at some point I relaxed and she knew that.
Since then we have been sole mates. She has been more than a dog, she has been my life, a child to me.
About 6 months after the turning point I got Beano. And bless her, she put up with a lot from Beano and I only ever saw them cuddled up about 3 times!!!
We all went down to Cornwall a few years ago, and even duie to arthritis she managed to spend the whole 12 days walking with me, the kids and Beano. And still used the roll as protector as we stayed in a tent.
Then 18 months ago I thought I was going to loose her due top Pyometria and a lump.
She pulled through that.
Then I seemed to be in the vets with her every month. I thought she was holding on until I was happy. But maybe she knew that she didn't need to protect me any more, so it was the right time to go.
I donnot know what she died of. But I know it was the time for her to go. Looking back on a video of this time last week, I think if I hadn't done the the most kindest thing I could have done for her on Tuesday she would have been suffering majorly now. She went down hill so rabidly.
I am ashamed that for the first 5 years I didn't know how to train her properly to not be so hyper, but I have grown up, I have learnt, unfortunately she was the one I learnt on. She taught me so much of dog ownership, and I don't think I will ever have the bond with any other dog that I had with my Gemma.
I feel so guilty for the first 5 years, and I told her that before she died,
I wish I could rewind time.
I loved her so much, I still think she will cme and nudge my arm for a stroke.
She is my life, she is my sole mate. I want to rewind time and change the first 5 years, I want to cuddle her as the 7 weeks old puppy I brought home that day and train her the way she should have been. Trained.
I loved her so much, but knew when the time was right for her to go.
I don't know what I will do without her as I am still living in fear, not so much these days, but it is always in the back of my mind. And now she will not be here,
I miss her grumbling when one of the other dogs goes near her.
I miss having to drag her out of bed, they do say like owner like dog!!! Sometimes she would not get up until 12!!! Even if I had got up at 9!!
I miss her so much.
I am hoping she is at the bridge and waiting for me. I am hoping that if my ex goes she will not go with him, as she only knew him for the first 18 hard months of her life.
I miss her so much. I want her here, to carry her limp body to the car, and lay her on the back seat , she looked as if she was just sleeping.
Rest in peace my sweet girl. When I reach rainbow bridge I expect your cold wet nose touching me as if to say, hey mum, where have you been I want a cuddle.
I cant believe I have typed all of this but I think her story needed to be told.
If Beano and Ebba could talk I believe they would thank her for teaching me what dog ownership really meant. And I am sure once they realise she is not coming back they will miss her as well.
I now just want her ashes back as I want her here with me now and will have her for always.
Lea.