Ten years. A decade. Without my beloved heart dog and Epi-warrior, Gibson. D ecember 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.  Post Bath: all fluffy and clean! Wasn't Gibson was the cutest fluffball!    Gibson became part of my family in 2006 when he was just four months old. When I saw him--a dirty, stinky, ball of fluff with a winky eye who came loping toward me in what was to become his signature bunny-hip-hop style, my heart surged. I was in love. I didn't care that lady told me she thought something was "wrong with him because he had an odd eye."   What? He had a parti-eye! Clearly she knew nothing about Sibeiran Huskies! I didn't care. Gibson chose me and I chose him.   At almost 9PM at night, I had my mother and daughter in the car with me as we zipped toward PetSmart to get him a bed, collar, harness, leash, ...