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In Memoriam Gidget 2001 / July 2 2006
That Puppy
This site is inspired by our love for the little hounds. Beagles are such wonderful animals and sound of their bark is music to the ear.  Gidget was our first Beagle. Ann is the one that saw her after I had selected a beagle puppy for us. Gidget was the smallest of all the puppies and when she came out from under her shelter my wife said, "that's the one I want". My response to that was this! "That Puppy?" and until the day Gidget left us for the bridge, she was always, "That Puppy". Gidget loved to travel with us. If we went somewhere she went with us. Her baby was as much a part of her as she was a part of us. I can still see her running to the car with her baby in her mouth. Where she went, the baby went.  Gidget knew more pain in her few years than any other companion should know. She lost one of her eyes as a puppy. She had three different surges at the North Carolina Vet School in Raleigh in an effort to save the eye. No matter how hard we tried, we were unable to save it. Gig had so much pain from the different operations. She had to have drops three times every day in the eye for over a year and she would allow Ann to administer the drops without a fuss. Bed time was special! She knew that she could sleep on the bed and she did. During the week, she would always go the master bath to see how Ann was dressing. If it was a pair of jeans or shorts, Gidget knew she could go and would start dancing around with joy. If Ann put on a dress or a suit, Gidget would go get in her bed and stay knowing that it was a work day. A dog? No, she was our baby and a major part of our lives. She isn't there in the morning now but her memory is with us. We talk about her often as we should with a smile and yes, a tear as well. I can't wait to see her again. I know she will have that silly little baby with her as we put it in her bed with her as she left us. Arooooo. God speed Gidget. we love you and miss you. 
On the Death of a Dog
by Terrence McNally
Death is nothing at all.
I have only slipped away into the next room.
Whatever we were to each other—that we still are.
Call me by my old familiar name.
Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow.
Life means all that it ever meant.
Why should I be out of mind only because I am out of sight?
I am waiting for you, for an interval, somewhere very near—just around the corner.
Pepper’s Poem
I’ll lend you for a little while
My grandest dog he said.
For you to love while he’s alive
And mourn for when he’s gone
It may be one or twenty years,
Or days or months, you see.
But, will you, till I take him back
Take care of him for me?
He’ll bring charms to gladden you,
And should his stay be brief
You’ll have treasured memories
As solace for your grief.
I cannot promise he will stay,
Since all from earth return.
But, there are lessons taught on earth
I want this dog to learn.
I’ve looked the wide world over
In my search for teachers true.
And from the throngs that crowd life’s lanes
With trust I have selected you.
Now will you give him your total love?
Nor think the labor vain,
Nor hate Me when I come
To take him back again?
I know you’ll give him tenderness
And love will bloom each day.
And for the happiness you’ve known
Forever grateful stay.
But should I come and call for him
Much sooner than you’d planned
You’ll brave the bitter grief that comes
And someday you’ll understand.
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