Gibbs

 

Gone, very peacefully, is my shadow. No more following me around every single time I take a step. No more peeking into the bathroom to make sure I haven’t gone anywhere in the last five seconds. No more good morning pawing to get me out of bed and into the kitchen. Gone is the boy who revealed to us that, yes, your other two dogs (part of our family a few years before Gibbs joined us), do indeed know how to howl, duh.

Gibbs was a rescue who came from an abusive home who in return rescued us. Thanking Gibbs for the unconditional love he gave us and for being my constant companion when I didn’t even know I needed one.

 Rest in peace, Gibbers, we love you.