Rest in Peace Gilly Gauss

Today our sweet Gilly dog went to heaven.  In my mind she is gallivanting across a range of white puffy clouds.  She is once again sound of body and can retrieve any duck a man can drop.  Tennis balls are fair game, too. She is also pretty good at rabbits and pheasants.   And she can hear again – the smallest whisper of sound.  She is the ultimate guard dog for the old folks in our family and the supreme protector of our young folks, too – as she has been for the last fifteen years.  Her cataracts are totally gone and her bright puppy eyes have perfect vision. 

On her particular cloud there is an abundance of smushy, soft bedding.  There is an open jar of all-meat doggie treats – chicken, steak, ham and lamb.  There is also ice cream and cheese.  All the goodies her kidney disease denied her in her last years.

She is absolutely with God.  I know this to the depths of my being.  And I am grateful for faith.  Gilly dancing on a cloud, tail wagging, clear of vision and sharp of hearing.  And so incredibly dedicated to pleasing her people.

Rest in peace, Gilly Gauss, there will never be another just like you.