Hmm Boaz looks different this morning but I can't work out why. Has he shrunk? He's usually much taller than this and why on earth are his long legs curled under him? Maybe he thinks he's a dog and is copying me when I lie in the sun?
On June 3rd 2008 I was on my way home from being up where I agist my horse Boaz when I saw the smallest dog ever running up the middle of the road heading straight for our car. My mum stopped and opened up her door and in jumped, who I’d later name, Gizmo.
After spending 30mins driving around the area looking for the owners I took Gizmo home and reported him to the pound. I tried so hard not to get too attached to him in case I found his owners but it was too hard not to. Gizmo was the cutest, most sweetest dog I’d ever met and I couldn’t help but fall madly in love with him right away.
On June 5th, Just 2 days after I found him, my worst nightmare came true. My mum found Gizmo’s owners and I had to return him. I didn't want to but kept telling myself that it was the right thing to do and that it was in Gizmo’s best interests to be with his original owner.
I gave him back & returned home, without Gizmo and with a broken heart instead. I cried myself to sleep for the next few nights praying that I could go back in time and keep him instead of giving him up.
Luckily fate stepped in.
On June 7th, I was up feeding Boaz again when I heard a familiar barking and low and behold it was Gizmo. He had ran away again and somehow managed to find me. We were so happy to see each other but Gizmo wouldn’t leave my side, afraid I would give him back again. Thankfully his owners saw how much Gizmo loved me and how deeply I loved him back and they let me buy him.
Gizmo and I are now a family and we are very happy. We thank Fate for bringing us together so uniquely.