Jealous Gelly or Gelly Bean
(White House, TN)
My name is Rachel. My beloved Boxer, Gelly passed on 5/20/10.
I bred Gelly’s mom Hailey, so my first memories of him are feeling her belly and the puppies wrestling around. He was the last of six. He was similar to another puppy so somehow no one ever picked him up to look at him. I would tuck him into bed every night telling him how special he was and he would find a wonderful home. I tried not to get attached as I knew I couldn’t keep a puppy. We had two people leave deposits and never come get him.
One day we were at the pool and I jumped in after something which must have startled him… He jumped right in after me. This normally would be no big deal, but he didn’t like swimming. He tried to save my life. He was never going anywhere after that.
Gel and I bonded so tightly. Family vacations, revolved around where Gelly could go. In seven years we spent one night apart. He spooned with me every day. While we watched TV, slept, read a book. Whatever it was, he was right there. We ran agility together and obedience together and eventually got his Therapy dog title. He tried so hard to please and was such a quick learner. To pump him up before a run, we would box…I had a boxing glove. Everyone would get a laugh out of the Boxer boxing.
If he wasn’t playing with me, he was standing by my side. He was a momma’s boy through and through. He wouldn’t even go for walks without me coming. He was always in the same room. He never even took snacks from other people.
This has been so hard to lose him. I close my eyes and see him. I reach for him and he is not there. I still have his mom and step brother. I miss hearing him bark at the door with the others. He would press his nose against the glass so hard he could hardly breath, looking from side to side without it moving. When he would see me come home he was so happy… wiggling, laughing….
Every time it was like it was the best day for him. He would run and look for gifts to bring, usually the big red ball. When I was down, he knew, and he would lay quietly with me, his head resting on my hip. We went through several moves, gaining and losing friends, job loss, divorce… Now tonight is the first night without him. He never expected anything in return.
I am very angry with God. Why would he take such a wonderful dog at such a young age? I hate thinking God doesn’t exist, because then Gelly would not be playing in Heaven, by why was he taken?? I hope we did everything we could; he had cancer in his stomach opening. The vet said even if he was a person, there would be very little that could be done.
I brought him to the vet for an ultrasound and didn’t come home with him. I left him there Wednesday morning for fluids. Went to work thinking my boyfriend would pick him up in afternoon. They wanted to keep him over night… keep him hydrated. I stopped by Thursday morning before his ultrasound. I should have taken the day off. I really did think he was coming home. I always told him I would protect him and I couldn’t. I left him there all alone.
We decided not to wake him from surgery. Thought it would be easier for him… I petted him and told him how great he was. I know he heard me. He was dreaming, little feet kicked and his breathing so rhythmic. Then not. I don’t know what to do without him. I hate God, I hate my bosses for not letting me off sooner, I hate the vet for saying he needs rest, come later.
So many more memories to share… Wish I could write a book about him. He was perfect.
I love you Gelly Bean!