Gadzia

My brother's dog had bone cancer.  She was diagnosed about a month ago.  Pat opted for pain control.  No heroics.  There was concern that she night break a leg.  So the littles were "banned" from going to Pat's house for the duration.  Gadzia was just too fragile. 
Last night Pat heard a nice pop and the leg looks weird.  She didn't cry, but it may not hurt.  And dogs feel things different than we do.  But he decided the time had come to end the pain.  And so today she went across the bridge.
I remember when we met Gadzia.  It was Easter and after brunch we went over to this guys house in Portland. She was the pick of the litter.  The biggest puppy.  Her daddy was Pat's first Rottweiler, Mafia.  And Gad was beautiful.  She grew into a beautiful dog. 
She didn't get enough socialization.  So lots of things would scare her when I took her for a walk.  People, cars, dogs.  Not squirrels though.  She wanted to chase those.  And let me tell you when she decided to chase, I had to put my weight into stopping her.  And she could dang near pull me.  Strong girl dog. 
I'm glad I took the time today to stop and see her and give her love and kisses. 
She was a great companion and very sweet.  She always accepted the other pets in the family.  She even put up with the littles on occasion.  And we will miss that sweet sweet girl.  RIP our fur baby.  I will miss you and miss kissing your kissy spot.