Abbygail “Boober” Gizmo Hale
May 20, 1993 – July 19, 2008
Last night I got a rude awakening. My baby girl has passed away. Just like my uncle, I knew this time was coming. My mom and I even said just a few weeks ago, how much their symptoms are alike and that they’d probably go at the same time…and they did.
She hasn’t eaten in 5 days and she’s been violently ill. But that didn’t stop me from taking care of her until her last breath. I am grateful that she was able to be at home and not at the vet’s office when she went and I’m very grateful that she came and went into my life…in my arms.
I know she was a brat at times, but she was my little brat. We comforted each other through thunderstorms and she lent me her ears when I need someone to vent to. It’s going to take a lot of getting used to not carrying her up and down the stairs, tucking her into bed, feeding her my table scraps and having her chase after people, especially the kids around the pond. The kids and her both loved that game. Her favorite color was green, so I did get her some green flowers. I know what you’re thinking, that dogs are colored blind, but for some reason, she always knew green things, maybe that’s why she liked the grass so much. When she got older she became more loving. She let me hold her and hug her without her wanting to run off. That’s what I’ll miss most is cradling her and having her head nuzzle in my neck.
Most people think that I’m a fool grieving over a pet like I do, but she wasn’t just a pet, she was my companion for half my life. She was there through thick and thin. That unconditional love doesn’t make her an animal, but a true member of the family
I’ll miss you very much baby girl. Have fun playing with Grandma, Buttons and the rest of our angels!
Quirky Quote: Dogs are not our whole life, but they make our lives whole. ~Roger Caras
Last Wednesday is when my family got together to have a memorial ceremony for my uncle Wes Somers. There wasn’t a funeral because Wes’ wish was to be cremated. We had several family members there who shared fond memories of Wes, but with my family we can’t stay too serious for long. We wrote our final farewells to Wes on the sidewalk 
with chalk, played group games, made jokes and acted like children, just like we did when we were around Wes. This was just about as perfect as you can get when celebrating the life of someone wonderful.
