On Wednesday evening we had to put our little Shih-tzu Gizmo to sleep. It had been a long time coming as you know and it was very clear that the time was now. Knowing that made it an easy decision. That little dog was my very first canine love affair. We had dogs when I was growing up, but they always loved my mother best (the hand that feeds them). Mo came into our lives at a point when the girls were young, but not babies anymore. He became my third child.
In truth, he really was a little bastard – barking and biting everyone’s ankles, peeing in the house, aggressive with the other dogs – but he loved me. Worshipped me. He was always wherever I was – followed me everywhere – if we were in the den and I needed to be in the kitchen, he came. Run downstairs to move laundry along? there he was. In the bathroom? Little Man Mo.