Gordie

Gordie was given to me as a birthday present when I was 33 and she was 8 months old… and now she’s gone and I’m almost 60. Gordie was my faithful companion, outlasting a marriage and two dogs.

Surprisingly, she was quiet. She loved cuddling with her boyfriend (me!) yet she was always playful, curious and interested in other people. She could be mischievous and find the most obscure and darkest corners of any dwelling and tear up whatever’s in that corner. We shopped together and often took walks where children would want to come and say hello. If she felt threatened, she would nip me so that I would “fly away from the danger” with her.

I miss our periods of me ruffling her feathers with my fingers and getting her daily kisses. Gordie was my best friend and we had a long relationship. It was like living with a 3-year-old for 26 years. Every day I feel her absence.