Epi-Warrior Gibson's Legacy on His 10-Year Rainbow Bridge Anniversary
Ten years. A decade. Without my beloved heart dog and Epi-warrior, Gibson.
December can be a the most wonderful time of the year, and it is...but, it as I've also written for the past 10 years, it can also be a very melancholy time of year, too. I sure feel both.
And that's okay.
Today, 10 years ago, my big, fluffy, flirty (there wasn't a vet tech he met he didn't schmooze!), silly, boy earned his furangel wings (and not from his epilepsy, but from cancer--the dreaded hemangiosarcoma). I remember going into his surgery, I was well-aware he may not make it, but as always with my warrior boy who went up against the odds so many times and won, I believed he would come out of the surgery just fine, and ply me with his Gibbie kisses while resting his polar bear paw on my arm. I mean I had just lost my mother, and I really needed him. He just got me. We had a bond that I've never had before with a dog.
Gibson had always come through every set back--epilepsy, torn CCL, tumor removal, and acute bromide toxicity. He was the world's most special boy, and I needed him to help me with my grief; to let me bury my face in his silky wooly fur. To let the grief ease away in his company. I knew he'd try to make me laugh as he was a true jokester. I think if he was human, he'd have been a comedian.
But fate had another plan, and I lost my beloved boy. Yes, I still had my four, but in some ways, it was worse losing him and having to see my other four grieve as well. But grieve we did. I cried, they howled, looking for their big fluffy packmate--Harley's love and the pupsters big brother. But there would be no howl back from. him.
(I still get choked up over his loss...right now, I'm typing through the blur of tears). Together, we went on, with a forever hole in all of our hearts; a hole that scabbed over in time, but never ever went away. And now, 10 years later, it still hurts.
"Those we love don't go away. They walk beside us every day. Unseen, unheard, but always near. Still loved, still missed, and very dear.” ~Alex MacLean
Sometimes in the first seconds of waking up, my mind goes to my FiveSibes...then disappears, when I realize they are gone. I sometimes even feel a slight "Gibbie Nibbie" - his little way of nibbling at my arm. Or, maybe I'll feel the weight of him, all 98 lbs, pushing up against my leg as I sit on the sofa. Or, a touch of his big polar bear paw on my foot. No matter what, he is forever with me in my heart and in my memories. And, now, he is no longer along for his FiveSibes pack family is with him, and together I know they are--having wild zoomies once agian across the snow-covered land, north of the Rainbow Bridge. They will then break out in their howling song, Harley leading them in her non-graceful voice, and then they will all snuggle around Gibson for a winter's nap. I can see it all so clearly...as they had done so many times when they were with me.
Today, on his 10th Anniverary, I glance out my window across the snow-driven yard and in my mind's eye see them in their full winter glory racing each other, kicking up snow as they go.
I choose to remember all the wonderful moments...and there were so many. I've talked about how beautiful and soulful he was...and he sure was a silly boy! He loved to do his Gibson "hip-hop" dance...that just made me smile...see for yourself below!
Gibson was such an inspiration. After a series of grand mal and clusters seizures, he was eventually diagnosed shortly after his third birthday with idiopathic epilepsy. But being Gibson, being Gibson, never let being an Epi-dog (dog with epilepsy) stop him from his love and zest for life and his family. How he loved being with his love Harley, and his younger pupster siblings Wolfie, Bandit, and Chloe.
Nothing stopped my boy. He was so strong of will and determination, yet the kindest, sweetest big boy ever. He always looked like he was smiling, with his little mustache. I loved his parti-eye because it always looked like he was winking at me...sharing a secret just us two knew about.
My boy became the face of my #LiveGibStrong & #Paws4Purple Canine Epilepsy Awareness. He was a magazine cover star.
Gibson posing proudly with EPIc Dog Tales when they were hot off the presses, and where he is featured on the cover and is one of the stories inside.
~and~
Even during this past July...he was featured on Husky Coffee Company's bag of Gibson's Treats as one of their Dogs of the Month, and raised donations for MUSH Rescue!
Gibson loved meeting people, and a special visit was when he met Frankie, a girl who lives with epilepsy and they so bonded!
EPIc Dog Tales: Heartfelt Stories About Amazing Dogs Living & Loving Life With Canine Epilepsy Book!
(this one is in limited quantites at this time & on sale in my imashutrbug Ebay store)
A portion of sales is donated through #LiveGibStrong to the "Emma's Fund" at The Companion Animal Epilepsy Research Lab, North Carolina State University-College of Veterinary Medicine.
Gibson will always be remembered, and hopefully continue to give hope to other Epi-dog families. But he was much more than an Epi-dog...epilepsy did not define him, it was just part of him.
Above is one of my lasts photos of my beautiful, strong, brave boy. You can see he wasn't feeling well. I knew he was in dire straits, so I gave him his Christmas presents early. Here, he snuggled with a squeaky Clarice from Rudolph, and a fuzzy Christmas tree. He was thankfully back home after being at the ER all night (because doesn't everything seem to happen after hours?), and he was dying. His temperature had shot to 107, he was splayed out on the exam table, and I knew I was losing him.
And that was absolutely unacceptable.
While the ER vet had been concentrating on Gibson's "odd blood behavior" on the microscope plates, and kept calling me to look, until I finally said, "He need a fan and a wet towel or blanket ASAP. He's dying. He has epilepsy, and if his temperature goes any higher, he will start seizing. I won't lose him. No here. Not like this. Not tonight."
To which the ER vet asked, "Are you a vet?"
"No. But I know my boy and I know what he needs. That book out on your counter? That's him. And he has worked hard to be healthy. Now he is dying on your table. I won't accept that."
I then placed a phone call to my vet, who stepped in at 2:30 in the morning and advised the ER vet how to treat Gibson's symptoms, then he came in early and we transferred Gibson to our hospital, where he rebounded under my amazing vet's care. He was given IV fluids for a week to prep him for surgery to remove what my vet discovered was his bleeding spleen. However, he had "the talk" with me--that should he discover anything bad while he was doing the surgery, what did I want him to do? He advised me to let Gibson go if it didn't look good. I drew in a deep, shaky breath, and agreed. I never wanted my boy to suffer. He had dealt with so much in his life already, he deserved peace.
Once Gibson was under, the worst was discovered--he was full of cancer, and a tangerine sized tumor was in there that was not seen on the tests, and I received that call we all dread. And we let my beautiful brave boy go gently into the forever night. Part of me was not expecting that...my last words to him were, "You've got this Gib. I love you so much. I'll see you soon, when you're out of surgery."
But, just three weeks shy of his tenth birthday, and nine days before Christmas, I lost my big, fluffy, beautiful boy. I never did get to see him or say goodbye. But then again, Gibson wouldn't have wanted to say goodbye. He was all about living. And in the end...Epilepsy did not steal him from me, Hemangiosarcoma did. Gibson had beat the seizure monster, and...he had been seizure free for the last seven years of his life.
My brave warrior had won his battle against the seizure monster, and went off to be with my Mom. I was devastated when he left, heartbroken from the loss of both my mother and him one month apart. But, then again, Gibson knew how close I was to my mother and I'd like to think he earned his wings to be with her. 💜🐕🪽
And then...he sent me snow. His sign that he had safely made it to north of the Rainbow Bridge. 🌈✨❄️🐕💜
Thank You to, You, All My Readers
There is so much more I can say and write about this gorgeous, soulful, loving, amazing dog...but, I will pause now. I thank you all for being with us on this journey here at FiveSibes, loving my Gibson, reading my posts, commenting, and for all the beautiful cards over the years.
I truly appreciate you all!
I was so inspired by my Gibson, and learned much him and from our journey with Canine Epilepsy together. He was not handicapped...he was a very special dog who just happened to have some special needs. But for all the love and care I gave him, he gave back to me tenfold. And for as long as I can, I shall always spread awareness about how dogs can--and do--live happy lives even with seizures, like my Gib did. He truly did #LiveGibStrong. And forever in my heart he shall stay.
Gibson and I always wished, and I continue to hope, that all Epi-dogs may #LiveGibStrong, and know that dogs with epilepsy, can--and DO--live happy lives. 💜🐕
What an amazing Dog.
What an amazing Life.
What an amazing Legacy.
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He was here for a special reason and you were chosen to be with him to get out the messages you have been giving for so many years now. No one will forget him and you will always have the memories to cherish although they often make you very sad. Losing a furry one is always so very hard. Hugs to you.
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